Blog de AnaShaki

- No somos números -

La moda siempre ha sido algo muy importante en Brasil; muchas jovencitas han soñado con ser descubiertas como modelos y salir así de la pobreza. Es de suponer que, el que últimamente varias chicas hayan muerto de anorexia en este país, está intrínsecamente relacionado, dado la extrema delgadez que se le exige a este sector.

Pero no es de eso exactamente de lo que quiero hablar aquí, aunque eso sea una noticia lamentable. Es sobre noticias que he leido sobre este tema: ..."La joven de 21 años con su 1,74 metros llegó a pesar 40 kg" ... "de apenas 14 años murió siendo aún una niña con sus 38 kg" ... (Fuente: todocorazon.com )Si, ese peso y tal son cifras horrorosas pero... son determinantes? Somos acaso números? Yo conozco chicas enfermas que han pesao 32 Kg, y no han muerto, es solo una cifra, aunque está claro que poco les ha faltado... y puedes pesar 70, pero si no te alimentas bien, si te castigas con vomitos, laxantes y demás, puedes morir igualmente. Pero la sociedad solo se preocupa cuando ve huesos, pocos kilos, o incluso ya la muerte y así no hay solución. Otro caso: la idolatrada Victoria Beckham. Una anórexica en potencia a la vista de todos, con cintura de avispa y encima, toma, tetas y culo falsos, pero como tiene dinero para comprarse ropa de gucci, adorada sea, aunque defienda la delgadez de las modelos. Y es que el mundo está loco.

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I'd rather dance in the air

than lie on the ground.

I'd rather my open my ears

than shut out the sound.

Travel to the ends of the Earth

and tell you what I found.

I rather kneel down and pray

than scream at the sun.

Prefer to know than

to hide from my skeletons.

I don't want to sit down and cry

while watching others run.

If I missed the bus more than once,

I'm not the only one.

Don't wanna wait around

for things to come to me.

'Cause when my hands are tied,

they struggle to be free.

And if they steal my eyes,

I'll find a new way to see.

The world's forever turning,

and there's a thought that never stops burning.

If I'm pounding at your door,

it's because I'm here to ask for more.

The world's forever turning,

and there's a thought that never stops burning.

If I'm pounding at your door,

it's because I'm here to ask for more.

Prefer a thousand hello's

to just one goodbye.

Prefer the pain of the truth

to a pretty lie.

Listen to the words in my head,

although they may not rhyme.

Listen to the voice in my heart,

somedays it's so sublime.

Don't wanna wait around

for things to come to me.'

Cause when my hands are tied,

they struggle to be free.

And if they steal my eyes,

I'll find a new way to see.

The world's forever turning,

and there's a thought that never stops burning.

If I'm pounding at your door,

it's because I'm here to ask for more.

The world's forever turning,

and there's a thought that always burning.

If I'm pounding at your door,

it's because I'm here to ask for more.

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Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cuz it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

He's more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
But clouds are rolling in
Because I'm gone again
And to him I just can't be true

And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dyin'

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

I feel it in the air
As I'm doin' my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss upon my cheek
As he reluctantly
Asks if i'm going to be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know
Where I'm about to go
And we know it very well

Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...a murderer

Our Love...his trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore
Anymore(anymore)

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
And everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer...(a murderer)
no no no
yeah yeah yeah..