El destino es lo que hacemos de él

Tengo TAL quilombo mental que ya mis palabras no tiene sentido.
Eso que alguna vez me enseñaron en el cole-como las frases debian tener coherencia y cohesión- parece una tarea imposible. Es que el ambiente que nos rodea nos afecta y la atmosfera en la que estoy flotando (con rumbo, gracias a quien sabe quien) ahora no es de lo mas produtiva, ni hablar de motivaciones!

Por suerte, bah que digo LA SUERTE NO EXISTE! Mi vida giró 180º y ahora parece tener algun tipo de propósito: el de perseguir mis ambiciones, sueños y demás. Es que si estamos dispuestos no hay sueños? *cita: MG*
Otra vez me salí con la mia, y como SIEMPRE termino teniendo razon en los duelos verbales en los cuales se necesita al menos ALGO de cerebro-cosa que a la persona X le falta por demás- soy yo Lucía Anabella Romero la que hace algo de su vida y no es una fracasada *cof cof*

Me encanta cuando la gente se equivoca, me encanta tener razón. (ese es mi Dark Side hablando)


pd: No me quiero adelantar, pero SOY UNA TRIUNFADORA o nada mas me parece?
pd2: Notese el buen animo con el que escribo esta nota, no muy comun hace mucho tiempo!

angel errático

La Paz Mental que necesito, de rodillas

Redención

I used to be a better girl. But the regret came, and here I am. I used to walk outside my door.But I don't go outside anymore. When will they carry me to my grave?So I can pay for the things my hands have made. Two sons will take my bodyand place it in the ground. And I hope they know to be nothing like me. No nothing like me. My Blood is tainted with bitterness. I want it out, I want it out of me. Oh, the taste of my inheritance. How I have fallen, the hills will cover me. You too will become weak. You too will become weak .The trees are green what happens when they turn dry. We chose our words and threw them towards the sky. There was a bird whose wings were crushed by a windshield. So fast to the ground,the roadside it found as its eyes closed. I heard the driver say as she pulled away,"What could I have done? The worst is over." I thought to myself with risk to our health. No one ever offers help. When we were boys we chased through neighbors' fields. We could run forever, and I swore to my friends,their lives I would defend, as a superhero. But age finds the lust and gives it your trust. And begs your devotion in trade for discretion. The years play out as days as those friends pass away. But you are taken care of, there is always television.