I promisse to be always true to myself. Prometo serme siempre fiel a mi misma.

At first we learned to walk then learned to scream.

Allways happy. Allways with them!

;) Hope it gives you HELL.

I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of placeAnd you're still probably working
At a nine to five pace
I wonder about that somedays

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

Now where's you picket fence love?
And where's that shiny car?
It didn't ever get you far
You never seemed so tense love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?

And the truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool and you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where'd it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on

The truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

Now you'll never see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
You can look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

When you hear this song and sing along
And never tell
Then you're the fool
I'm just as well
Hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song
I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along
I hope that it puts you through hell

Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

Porque habla de ser infiel, aun amando con locura.

 [De sobra sabes que eres la primera,

que no miento si juro que daria

por ti la vida entera, por ti la vida entera.

Pero ya ves un rato cada dia

te cambiaria por cualquiera.]

Lamento decir esto pero porfin, se equivoco joaquin.

"disculparse no siempre significa que vos estas equivocado y el otro tiene razon. Significa que valoras mas tu relacion que tu ego"

I Love You.

El amor cuando no muere, mata.
Porque amores que matan, nunca mueren.

Y morirme contigo si te matas ...

IT ENDS TONIGHT.

I can't explain my-self at all.

Last night I fell in love without you.
I waved goodbye to that heart of mine
Beating solo on your lawn
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it love
Last night I fell in love without you
The coup-de-grace that set me off
Would've made for decent fiction
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it...
Last night I fell in love without you
The stars at night aren't as big and bright
As you make them out to be
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
In memory of when we used to call it love

I hope you find it.

These are clouds aren't going nowhere, baby, rain keeps coming down. I just thought I'd try to call you, baby for you got too far outta town. And I hope that you get this message that I'm leaving for you 'Cause I hate that you left without hearing the words that I needed you to. And I hope you find it, what you're looking for. And I hope it's everything you dreamed your life could be and so much more and I hope you're happy, wherever you are I wanted you to know that and nothing's gonna change that and I hope you find it. Am I supposed to hang around and wait forever? Last words that I said but that was nothing but a broken heart talkin', baby. You know that's not what I meant call me up, let me know that you got this message that I'm leaving for you 'cause I hate that you left without hearing the words that I needed you to. And I hope you find it, what you're looking for and I hope it's everything you dreamed your life could be and so much more. And I hope you're happy, wherever you are I wanted you to know that and nothing's gonna change that and I hope you find it whatever it is out there that you were missing here, and I hope you find it, what you're looking you, and I hope it's everything you dreamed your life could be and so much more. And I hope you're happy wherever you are I wanted you to know that. And nothing's gonna change that no, no, no, and I hope you find it I hope you find it.

Ned: You're the only one for me.
Charlotte: I know you feel that way now, but there are things you want... there are things we both want.
Ned: Oh, everyone wants stuff. We wake up; everyday with a list of wishes a mile long and maybe we spend our lives trying to make those wishes come true, but just because we want them it doesn't mean we need them to be happy.
Charlotte: What do you need to be happy?
Ned: You.

Noah: I'm not usually like this, I'm sorry.

Allie: Oh yes you are.
Noah: I could be fun, if you want. I could be pensive, uhh... smart, superstitious, brave? And I, uhh, I can be light on my feet. I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I'm gonna be that for you.
Allie: ...You're dumb.
Noah: I could be that.
Noah: Come on, one date, what's it gonna hurt?
Allie: Mmm, I don't think so.

Sé que te sientes tan solo que te duele, sé que no te gusta la gente que grita, sé que tomas demasiado alcohol, sé que piensas que la vida está pasando a tu lado y no sabes exactamente cómo y sé que te has obligado a no pensar en ella, porque es ridículo fantasear con alguien que no es demasiado agradable o vive tan lejos como para olvidártela, raro.

No sé cómo hacerlo. Nunca sé si decir "era" o "es". No sé si estar triste o contenta cuando hablo de él con otras personas. Creo que si estoy contenta, ciertas personas me juzgan y esperan que me eche a llorar. Y si me pongo triste al hablar de él la gente se incomoda. En una conversación no puedo reírme de él como hacía antes, porque resulta feo. No puedo hablar sobre las cosas que me contó en confianza porque no quiero revelar sus secretos, ya que por algo eran sus secretos. La verdad es que no sé cómo referirme a su recuerdo cuando charlo. PERO ESO NO SIGNIFICA QUE NO ME ACUERDE DE ÉL.

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair, I hate it when you stare even do if I can’t see you. I hate the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

A veces las cosas salen mal y no es culpa de nadie. Pero todos quieren un porqué. Un motivo. Algo que puedan envolver, ponerle un lacito y enterrarlo en el jardín de atrás. Enterrarlo tan hondo que parezca que nunca ha pasado. Me pregunto cuánto tiempo de sus vidas se pasará la gente rezando y pidiendo que algo que ha ocurrido no hubiera pasado. Hoy no me arrepiento que esto haya pasado.

No quiero fechas en mi calendario
Y ni citas en mi horario
Si se trata de amor
No me interesa oir mas canciones
No quiero ver flores
Si se trata de amor
Tengo a dieta los sentimientos
Evitando un momentos de desilución