Me pase la vida conformandoa esos que no tienen que ver conmigo;
Me pase la vida convenciendome, intentando ser alguien que ni siquiera yo logro entender;
Me pase los dias disfrutando lo que me ofrecian sin buscar lo que queria…y asi fui creyendo en un papa noel que no existe, pidiendo un talle seis siendo yo un ocho, aceptando las sobras de esos que deciden lo que les conviene darme…y asi fui cocinandome en un recipiente inadecuado; Me pase las noches con preguntas incorrectas, con respuestas sacadas de la galera, saliendo a la vida dentro de un concepto erroneo y obtuso; Me pase la vida siendo la protagonista de una novela que no era la mia.

Al mismo tiempo…

Me pase la vida escapando de esos que se me parecen, esos que me enseñan a ver las cosas mas alla de lo habitual…asi fui perdiendo en el camino piezas claves de este rompecabezas, ahora el cual se me hace tan dificil armar;
Me pase la vida mostrando las verdades de mi mentira, ocultandome de los que golpean mi puerta teniendo las llaves del mar que mi alma sedienta buscaba con ansiedad…asi me fui escondiendo en maquillaje que cubria mis razgos, iba tapando la naturalidad de una sonrisa;
Me pase la vida buscandote y cuando te encontre no supe lo que hacer…y asi fuiste descomponiendo todo, confundiendo las estructuras, desnudando los maniquies, el recipiente estallo, las preguntas empezaron a tener sentido y las respuestas garuaban tras reemplazar palabras por miradas, los colores de la pintura se mezclaron para crear uno nuevo, desconocido, irresistible.

Ahora estoy mas perdida que en toda mi vida, pero si hay que retroceder para retomar los verdaderos pasos, quiero pasarme el resto de mi andar alimentandome de “locos” como vos que hasta en plena oscuridad y silencio pueden ver mil colores, dimensiones, mil supuestos, sonidos y canciones.

English Translation

I spent my life satisfying those that have nothing to do with me.
I spent my life convincing myself, trying to be someone that even I can’t understand.
I spent the days enjoying what they had to offer me without looking for what I wanted…and just like that I believed in a Santa Claus that does not exist, requesting a 6 size when I am an 8, accepting the leftovers of those that decide what is convenient for them to give me, and I was cooking myself in the inappropriate container.
I spent the nights with the wrong questions, with answers out of the blue, facing life in a wrong and obtuse concept.
I spent my life being the main character of a novel that was not mine.

At the same time…

I spent my life escaping from those that are similar to me, those that teach me to see things beyond the usual…and it is like that that I lost key pieces of this puzzle, that is now so hard to put together.
I spent my life showing the truths of my lie, hiding from those knocking my door having the keys of the sea that my thirsty soul was anxiously looking for… and like that I was hiding myself in make up that covered my features, I was covering the naturalness of a smile;

I spent my life looking for you and when I found you I didn’t know what to do… and you started to decompose everything, confusing structures, undressing dummies, the container exploded; the questions started to make sense and the answers drizzled replacing words with looks, the colours of the painting mixed to create a new one, an unknown, irresistible.

Now I am lost as I have never been before, but if I have to go back to take the real steps, I want to spend the rest of my walk feeding myself with “crazies” like you that even in the total darkness and silence can see thousand of colours, dimensions, sounds and songs.