Saludos queridas Damas, fue una semana larga y extrañé el concurso comunitario, por eso aquí estoy entusiasmada escribiendo mi participación para la primera pregunta del concurso 91, me gustaría invitar a participar a @yetsimar
Greetings dear Ladies, it was a long week and I missed the community contest, so here I am excited writing my entry for the first question of the 91 contest, I would like to invite @yetsimar to participate
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Nombra una canción, cualquier canción, alegre o triste, que te conmueve el corazón y el alma cada vez que la escuchas. ¿Qué recuerdos, sentimientos, emociones e imágenes trae la canción? ¿Hay una historia que va con la canción?
Name a song, any song, happy or sad, that stirs your heart and soul everytime you hear it. What memories, feelings, emotions, and images does the song bring back? Is there a story that goes with the song?
The love of a partner or rather the search for the love of a partner is something complicated, not all of us have had the happiness of having a healthy and problem-free love reaction, many women have had relationships that have done us a lot of harm, both physically and emotionally. psychologically, sometimes this situation is loaded with an internal feeling of guilt, because there are always people who blame us for not knowing how to choose the right person to have a relationship with, however I also think that blaming myself is minimizing the guilt of the others, like saying that the victim is to blame for the abuse, then the world seems to give a safe conduct to aggressors and manipulators, but sometimes when one has only given the best that he has in his heart, he only hopes that things work out, but that's never enough if you're with a bad person.
In my case I have had the worst experiences and I know that although many saw some stubbornness in my actions, I just wanted to continue betting on all the love I had to give, however, I never opened up about it and I always suffered in my relationships Without having supportive friends, I was isolated in all those processes that left me badly, with great psychological injuries and my heart in pieces.
The first time I heard the song "Delilah" by Amanda Palmer, I felt it like a kick in the chest, the song is in two voices, that is, a friend of Delilah and herself, this friend only tries to support Delilah who is so stubborn that she insists on continuing to maintain a toxic love relationship with a man who hurts her a lot, the friend tells Delilah that she will never learn that she is only used by guys and that this guy always gets away with it, that the it will hit like a pillow and that no matter what Delilah tries to do, spreading her legs or being motherly, she never learns.
Despite the fact that the friend in the song scolds Delilah and tells her that she is hopelessly schizophrenic, she also tells her that if she brings the guy back she will lose her mind, this friend is ultimately moved by Delilah and heeds Delilah's call for help, telling her that all is not lost as long as she is breathing.
Sometimes good people have the worst love reactions, this song represents many women who have been through the same thing, I heard it for the first time many years ago and it still hurts me every time I listen to it.
Delilah by The dresden dolls (Amanda Palmer)
There's no end to the love you can give
When you change your point of view to underfoot
Very good
You may be flat but you're breathing
And there's no doubt he's at home in his room
Probably watching porn of you from the fall
It's last call
And you're the last one leaving
And you thought you could change the world
By opening your legs
Well it isn't very hard
Try kicking them instead
And you thought you could change his mind
By changing your perfume to the kind his mother wore
O god Delilah why?
I never met a more impossible girl
In this same bar where you slammed down your hand
And said "Amanda, I'm in love"
No you're not
You're just a sucker for the ones who use you
And it doesn't matter what I say or do
The stupid bastard's gonna have his way with you
You're an unrescuable schizo
Or else you're on the rag
If you take him back
I'm gonna lose my nerve
I never met a more impossible girl
I never met a more impossible girl
At four o'clock he got off
And you called up
"I'm down at Denny's on route one
And you won't guess what he's done"
Is that a fact Delilah?
Larry tap let you in through the back
And use his calling card again
For a quick hand of gin
You are impossible, Delilah: the princess of denial
And after 7 years in advertising you are none the wiser
You're an unrescuable schizo
Or else you're on the rag
'Cause if you take him back
I'm gonna lose my nerve
He's gonna beat you like a pillow
You schizos never learn
And if you take him home
You'll get what you deserve
So don't cry Delilah
You're still alive Delilah
You need a ride Delilah?
Let's see how fast this thing can go
No hay final para el amor que se da
cuando cambias de parecer de repente.
Muy bien: puedes sentirte apagada,
pero todavía respiras.
No hay duda de que está en su habitación en casa.
Seguramente mirando pornografía tuya
grabada antes de la última vez.
Es la última llamada, y tú eres la última en irte.
Y creías que podrías cambiar el mundo…
…abriendo tus piernas.
Bueno, tampoco es muy dificil.
Prueba a patearlos.
Y creías que podrías hacerle cambiar de parecer,
cambiando tu perfume
por el que usaba su madre.
Oh, Delilah, por dios.
Nunca conocí a otra chica tan cabezota.
En éste mismo bar
donde una vez golpeaste con la mano,
y dijiste "Amanda, estoy enamorada".
No. No lo estás.
No eres más que una ingenua
por todos los que te han utilizado.
Y no importa lo que pueda decir o hacer.
El estúpido bastardo
conseguirá lo que quiera contigo…
Eres una esquizoide sin remedio.
O quizá tienes la regla.
Porque si lo traes de vuelta,
perderé los estribos.
Nunca concí a otra chica tan cabezota.
A las cuatro en punto sale del trabajo y
le llamas: estoy en Denny's, en la carretera 1.
No te imaginas lo que ha hecho.
Es un hecho, Delilah.
"Larry tap" entra por la espalda,
y usa su tarjeta de visita para
pedir una copa de ginebra.
Eres imposible,
Delilah: la princesa de la perdición.
Y tras sietes años avisándote,
no te enteras.
Eres una esquizoide sin remedio.
O quizá tienes la regla.
Porque si lo traes de vuelta,
perderé los estribos.
Te golpeará como a un almohada.
Los esquizoides nunca aprendeis.
Y si lo traes a casa,
obtendrás lo que te mereces.
Nunca conocí a otra chica tan cabezota.
Así que no llores, Delilah.
Todavía estás viva.
¿Necesitas un paseo?
Veamos cuan rápido puede andar ésto…
Espero les haya gustado. Les invito a leer mis próximas publicaciones y siempre estaré dispuesta a responder sus preguntas y comentarios, también pueden seguirme y contactarme en cualquiera de mis redes sociales. ¡Muchas gracias!
I hope you liked it. I invite you to read my next publications and I will always be willing to answer your questions and comments, you can also follow me and contact me on any of my social networks. Thank you!
