Para tí, porque hiciste palpitar mi corazón de niño, porque tus ojos (ojos hermosos) despertaron lo que es sentir amor, porque abriste la caja de Pandora y desataste la tormenta y siempre serás la primera
Para tí, porque siempre fui tu colchón, siempre estuve ahí esperando, siempre lo fui todo sin ser nada, siempre sometido a los caprichos de tu joven corazón, que con la lejanía se desvanecio en el tiempo, ese tiempo que pensaste seria eterno y al final inevitablemente nos vería juntos, y ahora nos pone en una distancia tan incierta, que se vuelve infinita e insorteable.
Para tí, porque te amé en silencio, te lloré en silencio, te sufrí en silencio, solo para poder verte sonreir y brillar, hermosa estrella gigante, supernova luminosa, eras mia en secreto, en silencio. Hasta aquel fatídico día en que por azar del destino tuve que besarte y el encanto se rompio y mi corazón se desangró mientras me hundía en la espiral de mi impotencia y mi ansiedad, sin que supieras absolutamente nada. El mio fue uno más en tú lista, el tuyo lo fue todo.
Para tí, porque hubiera dado la vida por tí, porque te quería con todas las fuerzas de mi corazón, pero tú nunca me viste así, tu corazón nómada nunca vio morada en el mio, entre todos aquellos que te enamoraron yo era simplemente una sombra, que observaba impotente como yo era el único que no merecía un pedazo de tí, como yo era el más cercano a tí, y a la vez me encontraba a un millón de kilómetros. Cuanto odie que me llamaras “hermano” sin serlo, cuanto te odie por no darme la oportunidad. Tú me otorgaste la coraza que tengo en mi alma, tú doliste hasta que forme cicatriz y dejé de sentir.
Para tí porque por error pudiste ser y gracias a dios no fuiste.
Para tí porque fuiste la historia de amor más hermosa que tuve, porque un error de calculo impidió que nos encontráramos en el momento adecuado aun estando en el lugar adecuado, porque pasé una de las noches más hermosas y memorables de mi vida contigo, y luego me encontre en mi vida con la persona que te merecería y me hice amigo de esa persona por azar y te pude dejar ir de mi alma en paz, y siempre seras un hermoso recuerdo.
Para tí porque fuiste mi primer enfrentamiento real, porque crecimos juntos y nos volvimos adultos juntos, porque enfrentamos la adversidad aunque no pudimos, porque desgraciadamente tú nunca tuviste la oportunidad de ser adolescente y te diste cuenta tarde y lo intentaste tarde y ahí te quedaste, porque nunca quisiste mirar más allá, y te quedaste inmovil, mientras yo tuve que continuar.
Para tí porque a pesar de tu belleza, fuiste el peor error que cometí en mi vida.
Para tí porque llegaste a salvarme en un momento en el que moría, estuviste firme conmigo, me hiciste muy feliz, a pesar de la adversidad, a pesar de esa sombra siniestra que durante mucho tiempo nos persiguio sin clemencia, hasta que luchamos contra ella y pudimos salir triunfantes. Hubo siempre una brecha gigante entre los dos a pesar de nuestro amor, un recuerdo hermoso que se desvaneció porque tú no eras para mi ni yo para tí, porque así son las cosas, todo lo solido se desvanece en el aire, fuimos una estrella fugaz, dos mundos disimiles que nos hicimos compañia y luego por incompatibilidad como el positivo y el negativo, nos rechazamos.
Para tí porque te amé, porque te deseé con todo mi corazón, porque amé tu corazón de niña en tu cuerpo de mujer adulta, porque fuiste absolutamente todo para mí de una manera increíble y única, porque nuestro amor fue una tormenta de principio a fin, fue una guerra en la que en nombre del amor nos destrozamos, una y otra vez, al principio en silencio y al final como una leona y un jaguar, vivimos una vida a toda, una eternidad en un segundo, un amor atómico pasional y fuerte que hizo fisión y al final estallo con toda su fuerza, vivimos el amor con toda su intensidad hasta calcinarnos en el fuego de la pasión desmedida y descontrolada, hasta quedar desangrándonos en el suelo por la explosión inevitable de un amor que se construía de lava y magma y explosiones piroclásticas, y nos dejo heridos y a la deriva, dos sujetos que son volátiles cuando se mezclan, nadie gano la guerra, solo hubo una gran explosión, que se convirtió en un hoyo negro que quedo en un silencio absoluto.
Y al final todo vuelve al punto de partida.
Archivado en: Denmark, FARC, Fighters + Lovers, Micolombiahijuemaider, Rant, Statement, Són politikón, informacion importante
I won’t write on behalf of anyone else but me, although, I’m pretty sure I’m speaking for the vast majority of the citizens of Colombia, a country you haven’t heard a lot about (more than drugs and coffee), a country you won’t even think of coming to, a country you surely don’t know.
Colombia is a sad by-product of the colonization era, an american country (because “America” is not a country -that country is really called the United States of America – America is a whole continent, you probably didn’t knew that either) victim of the spanish colonization, a sad era of history, where Spanish people (mostly assasins and all kinds of bandits) came here to rape our women, kill our people, force us their language and religion, divide our continent as they felt it was appropiate, steal our posessions, our gold, and our history, and hundreds of years later, completely forget about us. We are the bastard son of Spain, left alone, violated, ignored and helpless.
Throughout the years, we’ve had all types of divisions that eventually have lead to all kinds of war, we’ve been in a civil war, since we are a country, there has never been any kind of peace in this piece of land forgotten by all gods, that’s why every year thousands of Colombians try to flee from this country, only a few of them make it, as we find closed and locked doors on almost every country in this world.
If you take a close look to our State Badge, we have nothing left of what appears in that image, no Condors, no Freedom, no Panama Channel, no Richess, no Liberty and no Order. Still, we try to live our lives as good as we can, we try to crawl away from the deep abyss we’ve been thrown to, we work hard every day for a pitiful minimum wage, we try not to fall into deep depression from the calamities, kidnaps and murders we see each day in the news, murders mostly perpetrated by the paramilitars, and the FARC, the very murderers you support.
the FARC is a complex guerrilla organization, born in 1962, from the leftovers and survivors of the Liberal vs. Conservador warfare (one of the many we’ve had), an organization that in that time fought for their revolutionary ideals, because back then they had ideals, like equality and justice.
Decades later, they lost any ideal they had once, since drug trade is more benefical than “ideals” they murder, kidnap and terrorize the people they say they “protect” their only goal is to have money and power, the only ideal left in that organization is greed and ambition, they don’t need to achieve the power, because they’ve realized they already have the power they need, the power to control the areas where they operate, where they use children in their armies, while killing and maiming peasants and innocent people with their cylinder bombs and their landmines, you can find all the information about this crimes if you make a bit of research, even if you make a small search in Google, you could see that this organization didn’t started because of an orchestrated electoral fraud by dictator Alvaro Uribe Velez, this organization exists decades before Uribe even started his political career, and has declared war on every legitimatelly elected president we’ve had, and to all of the Citizens of the Republic of Colombia, this organization became a cancer within the country they say they defend.No, this is not a movie, like one of those war movies you can watch on your plasma TV in the commodity of your Ikea sofas, there’s real people dying here, there are lots of dramas in our country, fueled by the death and devastation left by this so-called “people’s army”
I agree with fighters + lovers that “T-shirts don’t change the world” as they say in their “philosophy” (if there is any “philosophy” involved in earning money through ignorance and lies) Wearing a T-shirt with a rifle and the “FARC-EP” means that the wearer validates every bullet that has been shot against every innocent men, women and child in this imbecile war.
By wearing this clothing, and buying the records, you are supporting terror and raw violence, you are supporting the territorial displacement suffered by our peasants, you are supporting the kidnapping of innocent people, you are not “standing up for freedom” or supporting any “revolution” by “daring to look cool” with this blood stained clothing, you are plain supporting a death toll of millions of civilians, a death toll that might be higher than that of the WWII with the Nazi concentration camps included, remember that time? I know you do.
I “dare” you Danish youth to do the following: You want a revolution? why don’t you start to put an end to worldwide poverty? why don’t you support peace instead of war? why don’t you inform yourselves, and send money to organizations that help people that has been displaced, maimed and / or empoverished by war? if you want to support a movement BE INFORMED, WELL INFORMED, you can meet and have a chat with any Colombian guy through the internet (msn, icq, yahoo) ask him about the situation, he’ll probably tell you the same as I do.
As for the Fighters + Lovers, I suggest you start being more into the conflict, why don’t you start sending your own line of bullets and ammo for your “revolutionary” buddies, send a bullet for each Danish Kröne that you give them, each one painted with the flag of Denmark, so you can keep track of the people that your business is killing. I’d also suggest you make a second record with the painful cries of the injured people, the weeping of the people that mourns their assasinated loved ones, the sound of the bullets shot and the bombings and the indignated cries of a country that is tired of years of violence.
Thank you.
