Fighter

When I, thought I knew you
Thinking, that you were true
I guess I, I couldn't trust
'Cause your bluff time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were, there by my side
Always, down for the ride
But your, joy ride just came down in flames
'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm

After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Oh, ohh

Never, saw it coming
All of, your backstabbing
Just so, you could cash in
On a good thing before I realized your game
I heard, you're going around
Playing, the victim now
But don't, even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh

After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore
Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Piccola Stella

Personalidades

"He dado el salto de mí al alba.
He dejado mi cuerpo junto a la luz
y he cantado la tristeza de lo que nace"


Alejandra Pizarnik es uno de esos personajes que realmente llaman mi atención.
Víctima de la locura, enfermedad que consdiero congénita de todos los genios, se suicidó con una sobredosis de píldoras para dormir.

Leyendo su obra y luego informándose sobre su vida, me pregunto si es que ella descubrió algo que no puede ver el resto de la sociedad. ¿Por qué gente tan brillante recurre al suicidio? ¿No será que el resto de la gente está mal...?
Siempre todo me conlleva a mi teoría de la matrix, hay algo más allá, hay un velo que debe ser corrido... es el misterio de la vida, el continuo interrogante de porqué estamos aquí y para qué.

¿Es que hay alguien allá arriba que nos maneja como títeres? ¿Cuál es nuestra función? ¿Nosotros hacemos nuestro destino? ¿O ya está planteado?

Creo que es indebido el hecho que no podamos saber nada sobre nosotros mismos, es una violencia y una retención de información indebida. Realmente no sabemos cual es nuestro paradero, ni nuestro pasado.