Save tonight

Practising experimental English, 'cause this is the very first time I try to write something wich has nothing to be with work stuff, I dare to say that this sentence and mostly, what of it represents, reminds me of my early teenageing memories. It was in 1998, it was in summer, and it was not far from Frankfurt. It was my very first love....

He is still young, he had travel around the world, and for that very first time, he made me feel alive...so here's my tribute....

He broke your heart

He took your soul

You're hurt inside

'Cause there's a hole

You need some time to be alone

then you will find what you've always known

I'm the one who really loves ya, baby

I've been knockin' at your door and as long as I'm livin'

I'll be waitin' as long as I'm breathin'

I'll be there whenever you call me

I'll be waitin' whenever you need me I

'll be there I've seen ya cry into the night

I feel your pain can I make it right?

I realize there's no end in sight yet still

I wait for you to see the light

I'm the one who really loves ya, baby

I can't take it anymore and as long as I'm livin' I'll be waitin'

as long as I'm breathin' I'll be there

whenever you call me I'll be waitin'

whenever you need me I'll be there

You are the only one I've ever known that makes me feel this way,

couldn't on my own I wanna be with you until we're old

you've got the love you need right in front of you, please come home

as long as I'm livin' I'll be waitin'

as long as I'm breathin' I'll be there

whenever you call me I'll be waitin'

whenever you need me I'll be there

as long as I'm livin' I'll be waitin'

as long as I'm breathin' I'll be there

whenever you call me I'll be waitin'

whenever you need me I'll be there

La verdad que cuando Lenny se pone a escribir y le salen canciones como ésta, hace que mis cimientos/convicciones se tambaleen. Es cierto que el otoño ha llegado a Bruselas, y quizá sea por esto que ando sin ganas de nada, de casa al trabajo y viceversa...me estoy dando cuenta de que cada vez que escribo aquí, resulta que estoy nostálgica o melancólica, lo que algunos definirían como un bajón al uso...Todo puede ser...Momentos de soledad autoprovocada en la mayoría de los casos, en los que desemboco sin saber muy bien cómo ni cuándo. Y siempre está el claro tema recurrente del amor, del ansia por encontrar uno que realmente salga bien, de suspirar viendo películas chorra y de llevarme porrazos al leer libros muchos más crueles que los dvds a los que me engancho. ¿Realmente estoy como una regadera? La verdad que muchas veces me pregunto el tipo de contradicción andante que soy...Equilibrada a ratos, desesperada en otros, esperanzada, agotada, iluminada, dormida....

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive?

Love is everything it's
cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it ... It really is
worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is,
if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

- Lee Iacocca