Me abrazas y no siento tu calor.
Te digo lo que siento,
Me interrumpes y terminas la oración.
Siempre tienes la razón.
Tu libreto de siempre-- tan predecible-- ya, ya me lo se.
Así que corre, corre, corre corazón.
De los dos tu siempre fuiste el mas veloz.
Toma todo lo que quieras pero vete ya, que mis lágrimas jamás te voy a dar.
Así que corre como siempre, no mires atrás. Lo has hecho ya, y la verdad me da igual.
Ya viví esta escena,
Y con mucha pena te digo no, conmigo no.
Di lo que podía, pero a media puerta se quedó mi corazón.
Tu.... libreto de siempre-- tan repetido-- ya no, no te queda bien.
Así que corre, corre, corre corazón.
De los dos tu siempre fuiste el más veloz.
Toma todo lo que quieras pero vete ya, que mis lágrimas jamás te voy a dar.
Así que corre como siempre, no mires atrás. Lo has hecho ya y la verdad me da igual.
Tu el perro de siempre los mismos trucos.
Ya, ya me lo se.
Así que corre, corre, corre corazón--
De los dos tu siempre fuiste el más veloz.
Toma todo lo que quieras pero vete ya, que mis lágrimas jamás te voy a dar.
Han sido tantas despedidas que en verdad dedicarte un verso mas está de más.
Así que corre como siempre, que no iré detrás.
Lo has hecho ya y la verdad me da igual.
Lo has hecho ya y la verdad me da igual.
Lo has hecho ya, pero al final me da igual.
That song is so incredibly beautiful.
Freakin' song has been stuck in my head for months.
Something about songs in spanish seems to hit me harder. The language is gorgeous... something I wouldn't have admitted to at a younger age, but now I certainly do. Yeah, I find Portuguese to be romantic and fluid... but there is no mistake that spanish has... this remarkable depth. At least for me it does.
To prove my point, let's translate this pretty little thang into English... mainly translating the meaning, not word for word, because then it would be quite nonsensical, obviously:
You look at me differently,
You hug me and I don't feel your warmth.
I tell you what I feel,
You interrupt me, finishing the sentence.
You're always right.
Your usual script--so predictable-- I, I already know it.
So just run, run, run, baby.
Of the two, you were always the quickest (fastest).
Take everything you want, but leave already, though I will never give you my tears.
So just run, like always, and don't look back. You've done it before, and quite truthfully, I couldn't care less.
I've already experienced this scene,
But I'm sorry, I have to tell you no... this time you're not performing it with me.
I gave what I could, but halfway through the door my heart stayed behind.
Your... usual script-- so often repeated-- it no longer, it no longer suits you.
Therefore run, run, run, my love.
You were always the fastest of the two.
Take everything you want, but leave already, though I'll never give you my tears.
So just run, like always, and don't look back. You've done it before, and quite truthfully, I couldn't care less.
You: old dog, same tricks. I, I know it already.
Therefore run, run, run, my love.
You were always the quickest of the two.
Take everything you want, but leave already, though I'll never give you my tears.
We've said so many farewells that quite truthfully, dedicating another verse to you is overkill.
So just run like always, this time I won't go after you.
You've done it before, and quite truthfully, I couldn't care less.
You've done it before, and quite truthfully, I couldn't care less.
You've done it before, but in the end, I couldn't care less.
Yeah... in spanish that song blows my mind. Translated, it's... eh.
De cualquier modo, el sentido de la canción me llega.
"Dedicarte un verso mas está de más."
Oooorale...
Pero neta, ya me harte.
In other news: I really need to find a pond to toss rocks into. I'm feeling restless.
I'm getting in that bitchy mood again... I need to find some sort of escape before I once again start barking at people.
At the gym, ladies have gone out of their way to inform me I'm "tough." Every single time, I kid you not, the lady has been a foreigner... so I don't know if it's a good thing.
They've checked out my weights, approached me, said something along the lines of "You are one tough girl..." and then proceeded to stand in the opposite side of the room... as if I'm going to use my heaviest plate to break their head open (which, I mean... there are days when I do consider beating some stupid bitches with the bar, but it's not like I'd actually DO it... I'm a nice girl, remember? I just shoot daggers at them with my stare... though recently I have patted a few on the back as they creep into my personal bubble. Sure beats the time I kidney-punched the stupid cunt who wouldn't move the fuck out of my way in kickboxing... that felt good as hell, but I'm not sure I'd do it again).
Maybe I'm just turning into the Hulk and not notice it... ?
Ha. Right.
Which reminds me: I'm NOT the Hulk... but I am also NOT skinny.
At the wedding this past weekend, I heard the term "Skinny Bitch" and "Skinny Mini" so often in reference to me, I seriously had to ask the last chick to "just call me 'bitch'."
I don't know where they're getting the "skinny" from... since... NOTHING about me is skinny... well, besides my stupid ballerina wrists that could be snapped in half by an eight year old.
People are SO going to get the wrong impression of me...
I can already see it: PersonA tells PersonB "AnoMALIE's SO skinny!" then PersonB looks at me and notices EVERY spot I'm not skinny... which, like I said, is everywhere BUT my wrists.
Such a thing happened with Pacemaker over this same weekend. Girl would NOT stop staring at my stomach, particularly, the belt area of my pants.
She stared at my belly as if she were looking for an alien to pop out of it... that, or to find some sort of tummy-tuck scar.
I don't have washboard abs (I HIGHLY doubt that will ever happen, considering how fat I allowed myself to get. It's just physically impossible without surgery), but if I flex in a sportsbra, I do acquire this sweet-ass almost-three-pack at the very top of my ribcage... three-pack because I'm stupid and much stronger on my left side than right side. I'm lopsided. Of course. Since I can never be normal.
Anyway, apparently this is too suspicious, and Pacemaker spent the weekend unable to keep her eyes off my belly. Uncomfortable as shit.
So yeah, there you have it... my fucking rambling self going on boring tangents, as is customary.
I should start taking meds.
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