torstai 17. huhtikuuta 2014

i cannot take you back.

A veces la vida da tantas vueltas que te marea y te hace perder el control. Las vueltas, inesperadas, se convierten en risas, en lágrimas,  en abrazos fuertes, en cotilleos y en decisiones esporádicas. El camino es largo, pero no estamos aquí para quedarnos en casa encerrados sino para soñar y hacer el esfuerzo más duro posible para que se hagan realidad.

Madrid ha cambiado, o igual algo ha cambiado en mí. Los árboles tienen hojas verdes claritos y la gente sonríe como nunca, es primavera, hace muchísimo calor y hay algo que me pone nerviosa y me emociona al mismo tiempo. Replanteando la vida. Reconstruido los planes. Reformando el modo primaveral. 

lauantai 5. huhtikuuta 2014

lauantai 15. maaliskuuta 2014

I would've followed you.

Like my relationship with pizza. We love one another, but then there is the muffin top...

sunnuntai 23. helmikuuta 2014

the dawn is breaking.

Good times have always been followed by bad times. And they always will. The question is whether we choose to live up the good moments and ignore the bad ones, or the other way around. Choose to get tangled up in people you care about, choose to run and run ten minutes more when you feel your legs are giving out, choose to push yourself, choose to expand your creativity, choose to measure your happiness not your waistline and choose to treat people like you treat the inner you.

perjantai 7. helmikuuta 2014

sunnuntai 12. tammikuuta 2014

my rugged heart.

your hope dangling by a string.

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

Life is so short. Too short to worry about the mistakes you make and too short to waste thoughts on people who appreciate you little or don't appreciate you at all.
My new resolution: let them know I do care.
First step: I am so madly in love with him.

torstai 2. tammikuuta 2014

reason that i should never let go.

I used to feel tired, lonely, it was so cold that I couldn't feel my toes, my fingertips got wrinkled, the pressure of hot water used to hurt, you used to talk and talk and then suddenly you stopped. Or I just couldn't see the meaning of your words anymore. Maybe I'm wrong. I'm aware of the tension, I know it's almost impossible to keep the distance, I feel lust and love for you, and I bet I don't say it out loud too often. But it's second of January and my mind is still open, and my soul has purified, and my heart wants to start all over again so I will let go for a while. Let them enjoy the fresh air of lost batallions.