Dale un vistazo a la carta sobre el AMOR que mi pequeño hermano escribió hace un tiempo para Sheknows.com Pensamos que vale la pena un repost.
Disfrutenlo! - Tom.
So, here I am. Sitting in my bed and writing about love. Next to me is my English bulldog, Pumba — the big love in my life. When I was asked to write something about love, I said yes right away, but now I'm thinking… what the f*** do I know about love?!
I guess I wanted to do it because ever since I can remember, I have believed in it. I believe in love and nothing but love. The big kind of love, the overwhelming, the completely out of control and over the top, the "I'd do anything for you" kind of love.
Why do I believe in it? I don't know, I have no idea. All I know is that I do.
From the time I was a little boy sitting in my room in my parents' house in a tiny little village with 800 souls called Loitsche in East Germany, where I grew up, I was consumed thinking about big cities, singing, being on stage and finding my big love. My twin bother, Tom, never understood that part. He didn't give a shit about that.
My friends sometimes make fun of me and almost everyone I know thinks I have a fairy tale idea about love and they always tell me it's not like how it is in the movies — that I'm way too romantic and that all of this is just my fantasy. They say, "In real life, love works way different!"
People think I'm so naive because I've never been hurt and all I think is that they probably got hurt too much. That's why they say stuff like that. That someone broke their heart or maybe they never really loved someone enough and that's why they can't relate to what I'm talking about.
The funny thing is that I'm probably the one who got hurt the most out of all these people put together. Heartbroken, completely destroyed, the worst kind of heartbreak you can imagine. Worse than I ever thought could happen to me. Betrayed, cheated on, taken advantage of. I'm saying this without telling the whole story, of course, but I want people to know that things like this happen to me, too — to the ones who seem to be "covered in gold."
Although I'm still trying to heal, I feel like I still believe — which is a good thing. I still believe in the magic, in the big once-in-a-lifetime love. Is it gonna happen to me? I don't know. I thought I had already found it once, so maybe not… but I'm hoping, because hope is what keeps all of us going and I truly believe that love is all we are here for! No other reason. Only love!
People like to categorize and label everything. That's less dangerous; it feels safer. Especially in the industry that I'm in. I feel like it drives people nuts not to know if there is a woman or a man in my bed. That's why I've been getting the ''gay question'' ever since I turned 13, when I started giving interviews. I always wondered… why does that even matter? I thought I was here to sing and perform for people?
I never felt like I owed any answers to anyone about it and it amuses me that they made such a big deal out of it. In my world, it's not that black and white and I think that the real question should be: Why are we asking this? Why does it matter? Why do we need labels? Can we not just live?
No one knows what's gonna happen in the next minute, the next second. Who knows who I may run into? Maybe I'm just about to meet someone who changes my life forever and, if that happens, does it really matter what gender they are? What I do know is that love is the one beautiful thing we can't control. We have no power over it. We don't know where it comes from and we never know when it's gonna hit us and that's the beauty of it.
So, I guess I'll wait and see… I hope I find the magic, the type that heals what's been broken and gives me wings.
My only advice is: Love who you want to love and love who loves you back. Life is way too short.
But, then again, what the f*** do I know?
I guess I wanted to do it because ever since I can remember, I have believed in it. I believe in love and nothing but love. The big kind of love, the overwhelming, the completely out of control and over the top, the "I'd do anything for you" kind of love.
Why do I believe in it? I don't know, I have no idea. All I know is that I do.
From the time I was a little boy sitting in my room in my parents' house in a tiny little village with 800 souls called Loitsche in East Germany, where I grew up, I was consumed thinking about big cities, singing, being on stage and finding my big love. My twin bother, Tom, never understood that part. He didn't give a shit about that.
My friends sometimes make fun of me and almost everyone I know thinks I have a fairy tale idea about love and they always tell me it's not like how it is in the movies — that I'm way too romantic and that all of this is just my fantasy. They say, "In real life, love works way different!"
People think I'm so naive because I've never been hurt and all I think is that they probably got hurt too much. That's why they say stuff like that. That someone broke their heart or maybe they never really loved someone enough and that's why they can't relate to what I'm talking about.
The funny thing is that I'm probably the one who got hurt the most out of all these people put together. Heartbroken, completely destroyed, the worst kind of heartbreak you can imagine. Worse than I ever thought could happen to me. Betrayed, cheated on, taken advantage of. I'm saying this without telling the whole story, of course, but I want people to know that things like this happen to me, too — to the ones who seem to be "covered in gold."
Although I'm still trying to heal, I feel like I still believe — which is a good thing. I still believe in the magic, in the big once-in-a-lifetime love. Is it gonna happen to me? I don't know. I thought I had already found it once, so maybe not… but I'm hoping, because hope is what keeps all of us going and I truly believe that love is all we are here for! No other reason. Only love!
People like to categorize and label everything. That's less dangerous; it feels safer. Especially in the industry that I'm in. I feel like it drives people nuts not to know if there is a woman or a man in my bed. That's why I've been getting the ''gay question'' ever since I turned 13, when I started giving interviews. I always wondered… why does that even matter? I thought I was here to sing and perform for people?
I never felt like I owed any answers to anyone about it and it amuses me that they made such a big deal out of it. In my world, it's not that black and white and I think that the real question should be: Why are we asking this? Why does it matter? Why do we need labels? Can we not just live?
No one knows what's gonna happen in the next minute, the next second. Who knows who I may run into? Maybe I'm just about to meet someone who changes my life forever and, if that happens, does it really matter what gender they are? What I do know is that love is the one beautiful thing we can't control. We have no power over it. We don't know where it comes from and we never know when it's gonna hit us and that's the beauty of it.
So, I guess I'll wait and see… I hope I find the magic, the type that heals what's been broken and gives me wings.
My only advice is: Love who you want to love and love who loves you back. Life is way too short.
But, then again, what the f*** do I know?
Via @Tokio Hotel - Facebook
_________________________________Asi que aqui estoy. Sentado en mi cama y escribiendo sobre el amor. A mi lado está mi bulldog inglés, Pumba - el gran amor en mi vida. Cuando me pidieron escribir algo sobre el amor, dije que sí en el momento, pero ahora estoy pensando...¿¡Qué cojones sé sobre el amor!?
Supongo que quise hacerlo porque siempre desde que recuerdo, he creído en ello. Creo en el amor y en nada más que el amor. El tipo del gran amor, el sobrecogedor, el que te deja fuera de control y te lleva a lo más alto, el tipo de amor "Haría cualquier cosa por ti."
¿Por qué creo en ello? No lo sé, no tengo ni idea. Todo lo que sé es que creo.
Desde los tiempos en que era un niño pequeño sentado en mi cama en la casa de mis padres en un pequeño pueblo de 800 almas llamado Loitsche en el este de Alemania, donde me crié, estaba consumido por el pensamiento de grandes ciudades, cantando, estar en el escenario y encontrar mi gran amor. Mi hermano gemelo, Tom, nunca entendía esa parte. A él eso no le importaba.
Mis amigos algunas veces se ríen de mi y casi todo el mundo que conozco piensa que tengo la idea de un cuento de hadas sobre el amor y siempre me dicen que no es como en las películas - que soy demasiado romántico y que todo esto es sólo mi fantasía. ello dicen, "¡En la vida real el amor funciona de una forma diferente!"
La gente piensa que soy muy inocente porque nunca me han hecho daño y todo lo que creo es que probablemente me han hecho demasiado daño. Por eso dicen ese tipo de cosas. Que alguien rompió su corazón o quizás nunca han amado lo suficiente a alguien y es por eso que no pueden identificarse con lo que estoy diciendo.
Lo más gracioso es que probablemente soy el único al que le han hecho más daño. Me han roto el corazón, completamente destruído, el peor tipo de corazón roto que podáis imaginar. Peor de lo que nunca pensé que podría llegar a pasarme. Traicionado, engañado, me tomaron ventaja. Estoy diciendo estoy sin contar la historia entera, por supuesto, pero quiero que la gente sepa que ese tipo de cosas también me ocurren a mi - a aquellos que parecen estar "recubierto de oro."
Aunque hoy estoy intentando curarme, siento que todavía creo - lo que es una buena cosa. Todavía creo en la magia, en el gran amor que solo pasa una vez en la vida. ¿Me va a ocurrir a mi? No lo sé, pensaba que ya lo había encontrado una vez, así que quizás no...Pero sigo esperanzado, porque la esperanza es lo que nos ayuda a seguir y verdaderamente creo que todos estamos aquí por el amor. No hay otra razón. ¡Sólo amor!
A la gente le gusta categorizar y ponerle etiquetas a todo. Eso es menos peligroso; se siente más seguro. Especialmente en la industria en la que estoy. Siento que a la gente le vuelve loca saber si hay una mujer o un hombre en mi cama. Por eso es por lo que siempre me han hecho la pregunta de que "Si soy gay" desde que cumplí los 13 años, cuando empecé a dar entrevistas. Siempre me pregunté...¿por qué importa eso? ¿Pensé que estaba aquí para cantar y actuar delante de la gente?
Nunca sentí que debía ningún tipo de respuesta a nadie y me divierte que hicieron una gran problema de ello. En mi mundo, no todo es blanco o negro y creo que la pregunta real debería de ser: ¿Por qué estamos preguntando esto? ¿Por qué importa? ¿Por qué necesitamos etiquetas? ¿Por qué no vivimos simplemente?
Nadie sabe lo que va a pasar en el próximo minuto, el próximo segundo. ¿Con quién me voy a topar? Quizás estoy a punto de conocer a alguien que cambie mi vida para siempre y, si eso ocurre, ¿realmente importa de que género es? Lo que sé es que el amor es una cosa preciosa que no podemos controlar. Sobre lo que no tenemos control. No sabemos de donde viene y nunca sabemos cuando va a tocarnos y esa es su belleza.
Asi que supongo que esperaré y ya veré...Espero encontrar la magia, el tipo de amor que cura lo que ha sido roto y me dé alas.
Mi único consejo es: Ama a quien quieras amar y a quien te ame de vuelta. La vida es demasiado corta.
Pero, entonces otra vez, ¿qué cojones sé?
Traducido al español por @TOKIO HOTEL ALIENS SPAIN
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