domingo, 1 de julio de 2018

Heaven

Love's my religion 
But he was my faith 
Something so sacred
So hard to replace 
Falling for him was like
Falling from grace 

All wrapped in one 
He was so many sins 
Would have done anything
Everything for him 
And if you ask me
I would do it again

No need to imagine 
Cause I know it's true
They say all good boys go to heaven
But bad boys bring heaven to you
It's automatic
It's just what they do 
They say all good boys go to heaven
But bad boys bring heaven to you 

You don't realize 
The power they have 
Until they leave you 
And you want them back
Nothing in this world 
Prepares you for that

I'm not a sinner
He wasn't the one
Had no idea 
What we would become
There's no regrets
I just thought it was fun 

(...)

I still remember
The moment we met
The touch that he planted
The garden he left
I guess the rain 
Was just half that effect



La canción perfecta para describir a J. 

domingo, 13 de mayo de 2018

Rumores

Los rumores pueden destruirte la vida, así, literal
A veces te "benefician", y otras, te perjudican
Pero, ¿cómo es posible distinguir la verdad de la mentira?
¿Cómo, cuando todo está en tu contra?
Atente a las consecuencias, o saldrás de esta llorando.

martes, 8 de mayo de 2018

Hace 1 año era así... ¿Y ahora?

Eres una mujer tan madura,
responsable,
bonita...
tal vez no estás tan chichona,
ni tan nalgona,
pero tienes lo tuyo.

Te respetan en tu trabajo,
les caes bien a la mayoría,
eres limpia,
mal hablada pero educada,
un chingo de vatos andan tras de ti,
incluso eres el ejemplo de muchas mujeres,
pero a veces estás bien pendeja,
ahí andas de babosa con el cabrón 
que te manda a la verga,
y ni siquiera es a la suya,
y te me rompes de nuevo,
con la ilusa esperanza que mañana cambiará.

(...)

Estás bien pendeja.
Perdón pero es verdad.
Cuando sabe que te está perdiendo te 
llena los oídos con palabras bonitas,
"atención",
y nuevamente caes redondita.

-Gustavo Hernández

miércoles, 25 de abril de 2018

Las mentiras son acumulativas.

"Una mentira es como una bola de nieve; cuanto más tiempo se le hace rodar, más grande se vuelve" - Martín Lutero.

miércoles, 28 de marzo de 2018

I did something bad

I never trust a narcissist
But they love me
So I play 'em like a violin
And I make it look oh-so-easy
Cause for every lie I tell them
They tell me three
This is how the world works
Now all he thinks about is me 

I can feel the flames on my skin
Crimson red paint on my lips 
If a man talks shit 
Then I owe him nothing
I don't regret it one bit
Cause he had it coming

They say I did something bad
Then why's it feel so good? 
They say I did something bad
But why's it feels so good?
Most fun I ever had
And I'd do it 
Over and over and over again
If I could
It just felt so good, good

I never trust a playboy
But they love me 
So I fly him all around the world 
And I let them think
They saved me 
They never see it coming
What I do next 
This is how the world works 
You gotta leave before
You get left 

I can feel the flames on my skin
He says:  "Don't throw away a good thing"
But if he drops my name 
Then I owe him nothing 
And if he spends my change 
Then he had it coming 

They say that I did something so bad 
They say that I did...
It just felt so good