Well, it is hard at first. He dumps you, and you still have to keep on breathing. It seems terrible, you know, like the end of the world. For the first two or three days. Then it gets better. You start to go out with your friends, you party, you flirt with some random guy in a bar, you feel a woman again. And that's all it takes. Your self-steem is more important than I guy who, let's be honest at this point, sure as hell doesn't deserve you. If he dumps you, well, fuck off. Keep breathing, keep dancing, keep kissing, keep fucking. Keep living. People who really and truly love you will stay in your life no matter what. That's the truth. And if they can make it through, well, maybe you're just better of on your own. The thing is, we girls are always trying to figure out why, always worrying, always wondering what the fuck we did wrong, when, the fact is, we didn't do anything wrong, they were just too coward to stay, or too liars to tell us the truth: that they didn't love us enough. But forgive them, most of the time they don't have a fuckin' idea of what are they doing, and if they think they can do better, they're completely wrong. If your ex-boyfriend can take the risk of being without you, believe me, you can take that risk too. Because I'm sure you're gonna find someone that will make all the crap worth it, and maybe, some day, when he's sittin', drinkin' with his friends, he'll realize what an idiot he was when he let you go. You're the most beautiful flower ever. If he didn't know how to water you, that's his fault, not yours. So bloom, little sweetheart, bloom, and don't be afraid of what life has waiting for you.

It's rainin' again.
I feel like the world is tryin' to tell me something,
but everything is full of noise.
I'm pretendin' I'm okay.
I don't want them to start makin' stupid questions.
Everybody always asks stupid questions.
Are you fine?
Of course not you idiot,
my life is a fuckin' mess,
I'm losin' weight
'cause I can't eat properly
and the anxiety I feel is makin' me sick.
Instead of that,
I choose to answer: yes, I'm fine,
and I nod slightly.
Lyin' is so easy it freaks me out sometimes.

It's rainin' again.
I feel like runnin'.
I want to escape all this crap around.
But I can't,
and instead I start to read "A brief history of time"
and it makes my head so dizzy I'm not even able
to think of you.
It helps, you know.

When chocolate doesn't improve them
it means things are gettin' hard.
And weird.
And akward.
And I don't like them that way.
Shhhhh,
don't talk.
I can't hear the music.

Remember when Alicia falls into the rabbit-hole?

I like that song.
And I like the way I dance that song.
You see, it gets better when I dance.
Loads better.

Time stops,
everything fills up with smoke,
light hits the skin
and the heart starts poundin'.
Bare feet,
trembling,
feelin' the heat.


It smells like rebirth,
like a second chance.

Respeta las canas,
los años,
las heridas.
Los golpes a un corazón
que intuye que se acerca
el último latido
[el último, el último]
antes de romperse del todo.
CRACK.

Llueve en mis ojos,
pero el mar está en calma.
La vida se paró de golpe
y dejó la atmósfera llena de ozono y melancolía.

Ciérrame la puerta,
vamos,
ciérramela.
Te prometo que no volveré
a llamar(te).

Te encontré entre la mierda,
brillando sin remedio
en un océano de oscuridad.
Entonces creí que la vida sería
buena conmigo.

Ahora que te has ido,
ahora que no estás,
siento que hay oscuridades
que están destinadas
a permanecer eternamente,
día tras día,
noche tras noche,
hasta el fin de la humanidad.

[pero la oscuridad,
para mí,
siempre fue la mejor parte.]

Apaga la luz,
ven,
siéntate conmigo.
Hagamos de este momento
todo lo que no será.

my storm.

I’m thinkin’ of you.
It’s weird but I kinda like it.
It feels like spring again.

You’re full of everything.
I can’t reach the magnitude of your smile.
You’re impossible,
they’d say,
and I know they’re right.
But the way your eyes shine in the darkness
of the night
makes me forget about all the rules I cannot break.

Be my storm,
the tattoo of a kiss that was never meant to be.