CONCRETE JUNGLE

acabo de descubrir la cancion que describe como me siento cada vez que regreso a NYC. I love Céu.
enjoy...

No sun will shine in my day today
(No sun will shine.)
The high yellow moon won't come out to play
(Won't come out to play.)
Darkness has covered my light (and has changed,)
And has changed my day into night
Now where is this love to be found, won't someone tell me?
'Cause life, sweet life, must be somewhere to be found, yeah
Instead of a concrete jungle where the livin' is hardest
Concrete jungle, oh man, you've got to do your best, yeah.

No chains around my feet, but I'm not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
And I've never known happiness, and I've never known sweetcaresses
Still, I be always laughing like a clown
Won't someone help me?
Cause, sweet life, I've, I've got to pick myself from off theground, yeah
In this here concrete jungle,
I say, what do you got for me now?
Concrete jungle, oh, why won't you let me be now?

I said life must be somewhere to be found, yeah
Instead of a concrete jungle, illusion, confusion
Concreate jungle, yeah
Concrete jungle, you name it, we got it, concrete jungle now

Concrete jungle, what do you got for me now

uhh...

i can't freaking put pics here help!!!
tmb quiero decorar mi blog so logan help me
i'm getting bored of the same grey shit

tequezquitengo, coyohuacan, cuauhchinanco, quetzalcoatl

hoy fue un dîa rarin.... empeze bien soldando plata, puliendola y luego vi a mi papa para comer y fue todo un mal viaje. En esos momentos me hubiera caido un churrin como un pasteel de chocolate a un gordo. pero ekis. no quiero hablar sobre ese tema. Lo unico que si aprendi de esa experiencia es que hablo de mas y mejor escribo en mi blog lo ke kiera decir jejej ;) bueno mi bebe me ayudo mucho en tranquilizarme thanks :D ... aparte que en lugar de desquitarme con el alcohol... me meti a una iglesia , no rese pero camine demasiado y luego me moje en la lluvia . Me meti a una biblioteca y me puse a leer sobe la literatura de los indios nahuales. i freakin' love that kinda stuff. quize apuntar unos poemas ke lei pero no traia ni pluma ni cuaderno :( mas me gusto una frase que decia algo asi: la vida es como un sueño . hay que vivir el sue˜õ porque hay mucho que sufrir. sostento brio .... el sueño , la risa, la fuerza y el placer de la carne es lo que nos sostiene en este sueño .
k tal??? jjeje siempre trato de vivir la vida lo mas feliz que puedo y no me gusta quedarme amargada pero mi papa me saca de quicio y no me puedo contentar con el . se que lo tengo que ver pronto y de hecho tengo ke viajar con el en el avion mas le traigo coraje y no me gusta como piensa y las cosas que me dice para herirme. el esta solo . ya no habla con su hermana , su mama se le murio y yo soy lo unico que le queda. el esta bien solo no se deprime pero yo lo quiero mucho mas a veces me dan ganas de no verlo
..... nada al raton escribo mas porque estoy averiguando que voy a hacer.

Thinking @ the tree house

Tonight I started my first blog. I never thought I would end up writing a blog. BUT, SOMEONE got me into it and got me into thinking why not? it's a cool way to express my feelings and get feedback from the people I care about instead of keeping the shit in my diary. (which I haven't written in a while)First of all, I have been thinking about my crazy other half and I still can't get over the fact that he is the same as me. It's weird to think that I finally found someone who I can completely trust and who I admire and respect so much. Everything about this punkkkkk amazes me. Osea el hecho que no te importen las pendejadas que le importan a la mayoria .. ej: hairyness, looks, clothes. I also love that we share some of the same dreams. The few things I know about him I love and I wanna know more. I know that tonite I was thinking pessimistic, but I can't help it!! I have so many feelings and it's like I wanna live them in person and not in my head. I am tired of dreaming. It's like when I finally found it, I can't have it. And then time will pass, things will change, shit will happen (like it always does) and those feelings might desintegrate..... I've gone through enough and I can take pain. I am not worried about being hurt, I'm just pissed that I can't be completely happy. Today I had to design something for myself. Instead, I thought about my baby and I wanted to surprise him. I know he'll like it and I want him to have it asap bc I feel it will bring us closer. If only the stupid mail system didn't suck the thingy would be in the mail today. Ok..... I'm writing too much. I can't help but think of him in this place. I am literally living in a house on a tree. I hear garzas and parrots and cats and frogs all day. The streets are small and the city is so cool. I saw an old couple walking two burros today. I felt like I was watching a movie. I didn't think that still existed. I also love that I'm manually making art. My arm hurts from scrubbing silver for 3 hours. Oh and the food is like an orgasm. I probably gained 5 pounds already. All we've been eating are chilaquiles, chiles rellenos, mole, sopa de flor de calabaza con champiñones, ensalada de nopalitos, mmmmm se me hace agua la boca. Apunte las recetas para cocinarlas en NY. Tambien me la he pasado tomando micheladas. Tabasco, limøn, salsa maggie, pimienta, sal y cervezaaaaa. Best shit ever! Siempre que visito Mexico, me da nostalgia. Es mi pais favorito. Pero me da un chingo de tristeza. Mucha pobreza. Y cero esperanzas de que el pais mejore. Solo va a empeorar. Pero ekis ya me voy a dormir. Mañana ya dijimos mi papa y yo que es noche de antro y peda. Hasta el tronco se ha dicho y el Sabado viene Toño el amigo de mi papa de Queretaro con su familia y vamos a comer y despues vamos a seguir "chupando" ( drinking ) pero segun que sus hijos son unos mochorrones aburridos y que no chupan . osea que yo y mi jefe nos vamos a escapar para ir a bailar jaja lo malo es que todo mundo piensa que soy la esposa de mi papa. wtf?!!! I thought we looked alike ?! Nada, this is enough for my first blog.
oneeeee