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lunes, 15 de julio de 2013

Bonito desastre


A veces pasa que llevas un tiempo pensando en escribir algo y de repente en el momento menos pensado te viene la inspiración y las palabras salen solas. Cuando eso pasa uno ve el cielo abierto y se encuentra con ese "yo interior" que tantas veces buscamos y del que tantas veces huimos. Pintar, componer, bailar, dibujar, escribir algo; todas son formas de creación artística, modos de abrir el corazón, el alma o como lo quieras llamar, formas de pintar bonito este desastre.

Es cierto, a veces uno se inspira y las palabras salen solas, pero esta vez he tenido la suerte y la desgracia de no necesitar nada de eso, pues esta canción ya dice todo lo que quiero decir línea por línea. Qué grande es Jason Mraz.

What a beautiful mess is this...




You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is 
And, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses 
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
Cause here we are
Here we are 
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging 
And, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses 
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt 
Cause here, here we are,
here we are
Here we are 
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes" 
Through timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it's nice today.
Oh, the wait was so worth it.


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