Gotitas de sabiduría post gotitas de tequila

A ver llegó el momento de la verdad. Tras dos inolvidables borracheras y subsecuentes ridículos memorables el recuento de gotitas de sabiduría ha quedado como sigue:

*Me he caído del pedestal de alguien, extrañamente el golpe no dolió ni tantito aunque al orgullo si le salió un moretoncillo, por no mencionar que se ha conseguido a otra que perece entretenerle bastante...coincidencia?

*Me he ganado varios amigos entrañables, en especial dos niñas que se han convertido en mi familia y a las que extrañaré mucho y un niño al que hay que amarrarle las manos pero es adorable jajaja

*He descubierto las bondades del tequila como lubricante social...además cura la gripe, lo juro! aunque debo aceptar también que es excelente para sabotear planes de ligue, ni modo, ya no se nos hizo!

*He comprobado que la manera más directa de llegar a cualquier lugar es mediante línea recta, y que la posibilidad de lograrla es inversamente proporcional a la cantidad de shots ingeridos; aunque si haces un recorrido que toma 10 minutos en 45 olvídalo, jamás llegarás al destino.

*He descubierto que no necesitas una casa de alguien desconocido que está a una grosería de distancia y llena de gente que no conoces para divertirte, basta una buena botella, una bola de amigos alegres y una cámara para hacerte la noche.

*Se ha hecho evidente que estando "contentas" hay que alejar a Nad de los matorrales y coserle a la ropa la bolsa a Lolly...y yo tengo prohibidos los taxis!

En fin que el morreo se negó, la fiesta se escapó y la propiedad se murió, pero ey! todas son bajas aceptables cuando se trata de exprimirle lo último al Erasmus, que el tiempo ya llegará de portarse bien y dejar de empezar sentados y acabar en el piso...recuerdos chicos?

Cicle of life

When I was a child my mom told me a story, about a girl that got the chance to fly away from home and find her own way in a new place. She left the one she loved, gathered all her strength, and took the plane to adulthood, she said that scared girl farewell.

On this new world she found unkindness and solitude, so she made the promise of never let adversitity take her apart from her fate, and sitting there, on Parlament square, she dreamed about her life and whished that someday, someone would come and sit in the same place were her real life begun.

Fate was hard with her and gave her difficult, sometimes impossible times to overcome, but she embraced life with all her heart and lived through it with the joy that only comes after feeling the end near and then escaping from it.

When I heard the story I didn't knew how much it would affect my life, but I kept asking her to tell it over and over again until I could almost see that girl, my mom.

Many years later my time to face life came but I discovered that I couldn't do it there, where I was born, I had to fly away too.

My mom was heartbroken, but she hugged me and told me that she loved me too much to make me stay, so I left everything behind, said goodbye to my loved ones and took my steps to the unknown.

It was as if suddenly life had begun, a whole world open to my eyes and I found almost everything I was looking for; I left too a little girl behind.

Twenty years after I heard that story for the first time I found myself sitting in the same place where my mom once dreamed about her life; twenty years later me, her daughter, the future she wondered about, was also starting her own story, wondering about her future, one that might bring someone to sit there and dream, just as I did, and my mom before me.

The place where everything begun became the place where I ended that story and started my own, that place now has written our complicity and the paths of our lifes.

I'm coming back now, and I don't know if I'll have a good life, but I do know how my mom felt; she shared a dream, her dream with me, and I turned it my own and made a bright new start from it; the song of the Big Ben conquered my heart as it charmed my mom's; on Parlament Square I found too the love for life and the passion for living...

If you could see through me...

If you could see through me you'd find that in darkness I lie
and through shadows I walk,
that there was no peace
until I saw you.
If you could see through me you'd realize I have no place where I belong,
that there's no light for me beyond your eyes,
that there are not words
because there's only you.
You'd see that all my chances are gone
'though they never came,
how I spend my days in agony
and my nights in pain.
You'd find that I know we're not meant to be together
but neither I was meant to think you the way I do,
that 'though we chase different horizons, live in two worlds apart
still it only took a second to long you the rest of my hollow life.
If you could see how long I've been running, you'd realize that there's no place to hide
'cause you own every second I breathe,
you'd learn that I'm not naive, nor my reason is deceived
but neither I could deny that you're the light that blinds me from what's real.
If you could see through me
you'd understand that I know something's wrong,
'cause every time I talk, you don't answer;
every time I walk, you don't follow;
'cause you can't see when I'm looking at you
nor feel me when I touch your face...
But then you'd realize that I know your eyes
and the shape of you lips,
that without reaching me, your hands shape my will
and your voice is the heaven where I dream.
You'd know that I could live from those words you haven't spoken
and follow your scent 'till the end of the world,
that I could die from seeing you crying
or kill just to hear your call.
Knowing all this tell me, how can I not love you?
If you're the only secret I call my own,
the only link to my inocense,
the ghost that hounts me by day
and the angel that ease my devils by night.
How could I not reject them?
if there's not joy outside your glory,
if there's not hope beyond your heart,
if there's not desired future if you're not within the sight.
How could I not be alone?
if every time they come close you're not among them,
if those arms that urge to hold me are not yours,
if there's no diamond I value most than your eyes.
So there I am, longing a dream,
betting my life to the impossible
even when I know that one day I won't be able to wait any longer
and that then I'll have to choose someone, anyone, but the one I love,
'cause I know that the day will come when reality as a shadow will eclipse me
and I'll have to renounce to the one that never could see through me and yet conquered,
to the one that never knew of my hopes and yet made me believe,
I'll have to finally take my eyes from the heavens,
I'll finally have to let you go.

Carta a mis amigos

Sé dónde estoy, de dónde vengo, pero no a dónde voy...soy una maraña de sensaciones.

A mis amigos quiero pedirles perdón. En meses de estar aquí pocos fueron los blogs que les dediqué, no así mis pensamientos y cariño, que siempre estuvieron con ustedes.
Y es que debo admitir que aún no puedo terminar de decidirme si odio la idea de volver a casa porque ya estoy en casa o si me encuentro en plena facinación por todo lo que me espera.
Me encanta la idea de pensar en ustedes, los amigos que volveré a ver, en todas esas relaciones que inesperadamente se reanudan, en esa vida vertiginosa a la que tan acostumbrada estaba y de la que me encontraba dueña de mis medios y comodidades y que dejé para probarme a mí misma.
Sé que entienden mis motivos y saben que aunque mucho los extrañé Leeds nunca fue un martirio, nada más lejos de la realidad; pues estuvo lleno de todo aquello que por falta de interés, valor u oportunidad no había podido hacer y que finalmente puedo tachar de mi lista.
El conteo de mis arrepentimientos o lamentos se ha reducido a cero y en cambio los recuerdos locos, divertidos y/o secretos han crecido exponencialmente, si bien espero recordarlos -algunos ;) -con ustedes y crear ahora los compartidos. Aquí he ganado y perdido amigos, pero todo es parte del ir y venir de la vida, que la satisfacción me queda de que quise y lo intenté con toda mi alma, tal vez sean tonterías pasajeras u orgullo infundado, como sea estoy en paz y el cariño permanece.
Sé que me notarán cambiada, pues he crecido, esa maduréz a la que prematuramente me obligaron ya no la llevo como un peso sino como un complemento de mi decisión a diviertirme, me he tomado la vida con filosofía, dejado mucho y muchos atrás, y al mismo tiempo he hecho lo que vine a hacer, ver que puedo por mí misma, sin interferencias ni imposiciones.
Regreso con mis niñas a seguir exprimiéndole cada segundo a la vida y regreso con mis niños a reírnos y divertirnos al máximo. Regreso a mi familia y mi bebé, a mi coche (yey!), mi guardarropa, el cine, los antros y los restaurantes...al dorado del sol y el color y calor de mi tierra.
Aguántenme que ya casi llego! tenemos muchas noches por reventar, muchas chelas por tomar y mucho sol para dorar!
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