500 days of Summer .~

It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. I'M responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not ya know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth. Words like love, that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry, I um, I quit. There's enough bullshit in the world without my help.


























Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you've had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble ?










































You don't want to be named as anybody's girlfriend, and now you're someone's wife ? 

[Y eso que ves, también soy yo : el vacío que deja la noche y la desilusión .
Si esta tormenta dejó sólo tristeza, si este silencio me aturdió la cabeza : ya me ganó la depresión por knock out y las noches de insomnio violentas me quieren matar .]

[Yo necesito eso que alguna vez me diste, es un remedio para mi corazón triste . Es una forma de resucitar, de pasar el invierno, pararme y salir a buscar .
Si esta canción no funcionó de pretexto, ya no sé bien como seguir más con ésto . Yo creo en eso de volver a empezar . Una noche cualquiera, princesa, no puedo encontrar .]

"EL COLOR DEL AYER", Tan Biónica .