BUSCANDO ANDO…
For todays DIARY#Blog, I felt the need to write a song, maybe its a spoken word, I don’t know, but its for all of us out there that might relate, on this note I want to credit LaFé for the name of this blog post aswell as for inspiring this text. I listened to “Buscando ando” which unsurprisingly was the inspiration for this. Thank you!
El original es en español, English version (translated) below.
Bella mujer fuerte, que sensacion mas extraña siempre entenderte. Yo también, buscando ando, entre los cuentos caminando, fuerte, resiliente y tan sensible que soy, lo siento como tu. Mi mayor debilidad, expresar mi habilidad, sentirme la luz de las oscuridades. Y tan fuertes delicadas, por qué nos piensan malas, ni que nos intenten quitar las alas. pfff.
Seré yo o el mundo esta para ellos, aquellos que sin estilo y sin conciencia, malgastan inocencias. Me paso la vida entendiendo y aun asi salgo perdiendo, por qué será que la felicidad llega andando a buscar. Aprendí y aprendi a dar gracias, buscando ando y ahora me vuelvo a perder, ya se caer y no me duele tanto. Buscando ando y me levanto pero me empiezo a cansar, y tanto que a veces me cuesta pensar.
Estoy rota y completa como tu,
Triste y clara como tu,
Feliz y confusa como tu,
Herida y sanada como tu.
Bella mujer resiliente, que por experiencias ahora vas pendiente, que sensación rara es comprenderte. Será que todas estamos en la misma, que a todas nos abisma (?).
Eng:
Beautiful, strong woman, what a strange feeling it is to always understand you. Me too, I’m searching, walking through stories, strong, resilient, and so sensitive. I feel it like you do. My greatest weakness, expressing my gift, feeling like I was born to see the light in the darkest places. And we’re so strong, so delicate, why do they think we’re dangerous, as if they weren’t trying to take our wings. Pfff.
Is it just me, or is the world made for them. Those without style, without awareness, wasting innocence like it means nothing. I spend my life understanding, and still, I lose. Why is it that happiness always waits for us to go out looking. Walking, searching, on our own path. I’ve learned, and I’ve learned to give thanks. Still searching, and now I’m lost again. But I’ve learned how to fall, and it doesn’t hurt so much. Still searching, I rise again, but I get tired. So tired that I struggle thinking.
I’m broken and whole, like you.
Sad and clear, like you.
Happy and confused, like you.
Wounded and healed, like you.
Resilient, beautiful woman, who, through experiences, now walks cautiously, what a strange feeling it is to understand you. Maybe we’re all in the same, all of us in the abyss.
Link to LaFé: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1GwRXLSJnHHkC9B8zsj9UV
