Amigos son aquellos que llegan cuando todos se han ido..♥

American idiot ♫

don't want a nation under the new media.
and can you hear the sound of hysteria?
the subliminal mind-fuck america.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
all across the idiot nation.
where everything isn't meant to be okay.
television dreams of tomorrow.
we're not the ones who're meant to follow.
for thats enough to argue.

Well maybe i'm the faggot america.
i'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
now everybody do the propaganda.
and sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
all across the idiot nation.
where everything isn't meant to be okay.
television dreams of tomorrow.
we're not the ones who're meant to follow.
for thats enough to argue.

Don't wanna be an american idiot.
one nation controlled by the media.
information age of hysteria.
it's going out to idiot america.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
all across the idiot nation.
where everything isn't meant to be okay.
television dreams of tomorrow.
we're not the ones who're meant to follow.
for thats enough to argue.

Wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends

Bienvenidos a un nuevo tipo de tensión,
todo a lo largo de esta tierra extraña,
donde nada se supone que tiene que estar bien,
sueños televisivos de mañana,
no somos nosotros quienes deben seguirlos,
porque eso es suficiente para discutir.♪♫

una palabra, gesto o actitud de alguien qe qeres puede cambiarlo todo, capas sin darnos cuenta qe el cambio o error estubo en nosotros; no en los demàs. Te lleva, te trae, te arma y te rompe, te cuida y te lastima, te ama y te odia. No se sabe cuando vas a perderlo todo, (si es que ya no lo perdiste) no se sabe si podes llegar muy lejos o qedàs acà estancada, perdida sin saber para donde mirar, para donde correr, qe hacer, qe decir.

Buscas una manera de escapar, te undis en un llanto, en tu llanto y no paràs hasta sacar afuera todo eso qe sentis, todo lo qe sea posible al menos, hasta sentir ese enorme vacìo dentro tuyo, qe te hace sentir qe no sos nada, te saca toda la fuerza para seguir adelante.TE sentis sola, culpable de muchas cosas. Sentis qe decepcionas y perdès a personas qe amas con cosas qe pudiste evitar ( y otras qe no) Y asì, la vida te va enseñando , vas aprendiendo a caer y levantarte una y otra vez, a saber cuando empezar y donde frenar. Para ganar, hay qe arriesgar.