The 45 most important questions

1. What's your name?
2. How old are you?
3: Where do you live?
4. What do you do for a living?
5. What do you do on your free time?
6. What's your favourite color?
7. What music do you listen to?
8. What's your favourite cereal?
9. What's your stand on candy?
10. What about ice-cream?
11. Do you prefer hot or cold water?
12. Which is your bubble gum flavour?
13. What's your favourite drink?
14. What's your favourite sock brand?
15. Are you a virgin?
16. What's your favourite film?
17. How many pens do you carry in your pencil case?
18. Do you prefer scissors or knives?
19. Blood or chocolate?
20. Rubber or steel?
21. High or low?
22. Right or left?
23. Chap-stick or lip gloss?
24. Salt or pepper?
25. Dots or stripes?
26. How many words are you able to read in a minute?
27. How long can you hold your breath?
26. What color is the underwear you're wearing?
28. What's your favourite animal?
29. How much sugar do you like in your tea?
30. How long do you take in the bathroom?
31. What do you do before you go to sleep?
32. What do you want for your birthday?
33. And for christmas?
34. Do you like fire?
35. What's your name again?
36. What's your favourite toothpaste brand?
37. What scent do you like for your soap?
38. Whic is your favourite cigarrette?
39. Do you speak english?
40. Do you understand italian?
41. Can you read greek?
42. Can you write in spanish?
43. Are you single?
44. What time is it?
45. Got milk?

GutterettilG

I

Iridescent eyes of the seahorse rise

treasures she loves, others despise

a shooting star shan't fall very far

dim fireflies held in glass jars

April showers bring May flowers

dazzling dusts tossed in wind gusts

the trapdoos is open, the window half closed

the tapestry curtain vivaciously grows

II

London bridge did fall down

my fair lady nearly drowned

what is the reason to lock her up

when already she had such rotten luck?

Bracelets of silver adorn my wrists

candy kisses from sugared lips

candy kisses me, kisses me

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·o0O take the key and lock her up O_o

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SwitchbladeSymphony

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.nwad eht dessik ohw lrig eht m'I, pu em kcoL

Your presence in the absence

You're gone.
You're gone and now there's silence.
You're gone and everything's right again.
You're gone and I'm peaceful.

You've left, not because you wanted to,
But because I asked you to.

And I feel cold, but I'm smiling.
It's dull, but I'm happy.
You're gone and I don't know why I'm crying-
Either way I try to keep on smiling.

But in the deep, cold silence
I still hear your voice singing
I can feel you in the wind's whispers
And I see you when the moon's shining.

And I know you haven't left me
Even though I try to deny it.
Despite the fact of your absence
I know you still keep an eye on me.

It hurts, it bothers me and I'm desperate.
There's nowhere I can hide
'Cause I know you'll find me.
Even though you're far away
You're so close I can hear you.
I can almost taste you
And it bugs me.

It doesn't matter how hard I try to keep yu away from me,
Deep inside I know that's not how I want it to be,
Because I hide in places where you'll be able to find me,
I peek from teh other side of the door just to get a glimpse of your shiny face,
To remind me of how you are
And try to convince myself that I'm not missing out on something great.

I can't manage to escape,
I can't fnd a way to make you go away,
I don't know why the hell do I want you to stay.

I can't help your presence in the silence,
nor can I help to miss you in your absence.

You're haunting me,
I don't know if I like it
And it bugs me.
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It bugs me...

SE7EN

7 cosas que me aterrorizan
·Las cucarachas
·Perderme
·Coldplay
·Las clases de teología con María Jesús
·Las multitudes (los bonches)
·Sobredosis de reggaeton y RBD (sobretodo por las mañanas) ugh x_x
·Las rancheras y las enchiladas

7 cosas que ams em gustan
·Helado de té verde
·El olor del sótano
·Que se vaya la luz
·Las tormentas
·Los besos
·El agua
·Fonseca

7 cosas importantes en mi cuarto
·Mi lámpara azul
·La parte de atrás de mi puerta
·Mi computador
·Los ángeles
·El duende
·Mi cama
·Mis libros

7 afirmaciones sobre mi
·Soy adicta a floricienta
·Me gusta jugar con pintura
·Me demoro mucho leyendome un libro
·Soy piromana
·Soy histerica
·Tengo afro
·Toy loca

7 cosas que planeo hacer antes de morir
·Conseguir opio y laudano
·The picture of Dorian Gray
·Ir a Argentina
·Viajar por India, China, Japón y Egipto
·Nadar en una fuente
·Dejar de fumar
·Tomarme una botella de vino a las 3:22 de la mañana un 31 de Febrero

7 cosas que me atraen del sexo opuesto
·La mirada
·Lasonrisa
·El cuerpo
·Espontaneidad
·Sencillez
·Honestidad
·Inteligencia

7cosas que mas digo
·Marica...guevon!
·Reguach!
·TOTAL!
·OE!
·Ahí...
·Ay caray
·Coño!!

7 famosos
·Tim Burton
·Jhonny Depp
·Helena Bonham Carter
·Kevin Spacey
·Floricienta
·Jack
·Kurt Cobain

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Think,
Do not speak,
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Live,
Do not breathe,
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They may know,
They may see.
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But you shall not believe...

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You who, with the stroke of a sword
Has entered my plaintive heart,
You who, strong as a horde
Of demon women came apart
Humiliate my soul
To make your bed and domain
- I am bound to your squalid whole
Like a convict to a chain,
Like a gambler to his cards,
Like worms to a decaying corpse,
To your bottle I am a drunkard
- I wish you damned, forever cursed!
For your swift sword I often pray
To defeat my liberty,
And I've spoken the poison of betrayal
To feel less cowardly.
Alas! The poison and the blade,
Only say, with disdain, to me:
"You're not worthy to be lifted away
From your cursed slavery.
"Fool! If we could fate
Your delivery from her empire,
Your kisses would merely resucitate
The cadaver of your vampire."
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Baudelaire
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†..Like a convict to a chain, Like a gambler to his cards...

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Il Pleut dans mon coeur

comme il pleut sur la ville

quelle est cette langueur

que penetre mon coeur?
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Narcotics

Pain. Relief, no more pain, it's gone.
I feel sedated, peaceful, immunity runs through my veins. Drowsiness, I feel numb, I am numb. I feel relief, tolerance, euphoria. My senses are sharpened. I can hear every sound, I can see the secrets hidden in the dark. I can feel beyond surfaces. I can smell purity. I can taste the poison that brought me back to life.
All sorts of thoughts, visions...I feel invaded. I know it all and it's more than I can take, it's just too much and I can't stand it. I've set my foot on hell adn I wanna go back. Nausea, I feel sick, my head aches, my eyes burn, my heart stops. I can't speak nor breathe, I'm suffocated and alive again.
But I need it again. I want to go back. I want to feel numb. I need to die and come back again. My precious venom! I need it again to breathe, to bleed, to live.

Un enorme dragón

Cuantas promesas se van con el tiempo
Hoy yo me ahogo en un amr de recuerdos
Yo construía un castillo de sueños que pronto se derrumbó.

Cuando te vi en aquel bosque encantado
Un duende dijo que tu eras mi principe azul
Como si fuera por arte de magia llenaste mis días de luz.

Pero todo acabó, ya nada quedó entre los dos
Porque como en un cuento un enorme dragón nos robó el corazón
Porfavor donde estás, tu eres mi otra mitad
Siempre estaré esperando se que algun día regresarás.

Y nuestra historia se peride a lo lejos
No encontraré tu mirada en secreto
Y dibujando mi olvido en silencio
Con el color de un adiós.

Yo me inventé todo un cuento de hadas
Pero al final nos ganó esa bruja tan cruel
Lo que soñamos quedó en el olvido
Todo MI amor se perdió.

Pero todo acabó, ya nada quedó entre los dos
Porque como en un cuento un enorme dragón nso robó el crazón
Porfavor donde estás, tu eres mi otra mitad
Siempre estaré esperando yo se que algun día regresarás.

Mi amor se perdió y como en un cuento, tal como un enorme dragón te rompo el corazón...

x_x

The perfect measure
1.80, not to long but there's still space for comfort.

Perfect material and color

No sound can pierce the walls of peaceful silence.

The appropriate outfit

Comfortable but at the same time elegant.

Make-up, manicure, the perfect expression

It's all a cliche.

Now it's all going down

It feels like falling, slowly, peacefully.

The sound starts to fade away

The voices turn down to whispers

There's only me and silence.

The moment we all wait for throughout oru lives

The mystery is unsolved.

Eyes closed but I still know what has happened.

Freezing breeze

But there's only warmth inside.

Limited space

But absolut freedom.

No life

But I feel everything

More than ever.

It isn't so bad after all.

R.I.P.

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"For beauty is nothing
but the beginning of terror we can just
.... barely endure,
and we admire it so because it calmly disdains
to destroy us."
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Rainer Maria Rilke

"Duino Elegies"

...what's there to say?

El caballo

-Qué tiene en el bolsillo?

Un caballo.

-No es posible, niña tonta!

Tengo un caballo que come hojas de menta y bebe café.

-Embustera, tiene cero en conducta!

Mi caballo canta,
y toca el armonio,
y baila boleros,
bundes y reggae.

-Se volvió loca?

Mi caballo galopa dentro del bolsillo de mi delantal
y salta en el prado que brilla en la punta de mis zapatos de colegial.

-Eso es algo descabellado!

Mi caballo es rojo, azul o violeta,
es naranja, blanco o verde limón,
depende del paso del sol.
Posee unso ojos de color melón y una cola larga que termina en flor.

-Tiene cero en dibujo!

Que lástima y qué pena que usted no vea el caballo que tengo dentro de mi bolsillo.

Y la niña sacó el caballo del bolsillo de su delantal, montó en el y se fue volando.

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Jairo Anibal Niño

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Talking to you is like pulling teeth
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The 10 commandments of a chemical romance

1. Thou shall not put a gun to thy lover's head.
2. Thou shall be willing to die for love.
3. Thou shall seek revenge on those who wrong you.
4. Thou shall be a demolition lover.
5. Thou shall unleash the bats.
6. Thou shall protect your lover from everything (even vampires).
7. Thou shall respect the lord, whoever that is.
8. Thou shall sing the holy hymns of the chemical romance.
9. Thou shall see beauty in bloody love.
10. Thou shall rock hard...

That love rules all, it conquers all...

La verdad duele

Es duro, muy duro aceptar las cosas que negamos pero muy en el fondo sabemos que son ciertas. O no?

El famosísimo y muy simpático "Ratón Pérez" no es tan dulce como parece, no tiene las buenas intenciones que parece tener. Es el jefe de la mafia dental, así es amigos mios, el Ratón Pérez trafica dientes, con el fin de obtener dinero para financiar sus "rumbas" en el rinconcito "in" ubicado en un sector muy frecuentado de la respetada ciudad de Bogotá.

Lo se..es duro, duele, pero es cierto.

*Sniff*
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P.D. Nótese que el rinconcito "in" es un sitio real de la ciudad de Bogotá, que puede ser tildado como lo que se conoce como bar de mala muerte.

I know I should be happier than ever,

But for some reason,

All I can feel

Is an empty smile.

"No se puede vivir con tanto veneno..."

Angoisse

Solo yo soy culpable. A causa de mi libertad soy culpable de mi misma, porque he sido yo quien me he elegido a mi misma, he sido yo quién ha tomado la decisión de ser lo que soy, fui yo quien, al tener la libertad de hacerlo, convirtió la posibilidad en un hecho. Ha sido el impulso de mi libertad el que me ha llevado a elegir ese ser posible, a asomarme por un abismo al que caí sin saber a donde llegaría, ha sido mi libertad la que me ha obligado a enfrentarme a un futuro con consecuencias que desconozco. Ha sido mi propia libertad la que me ha condenado, la que ha expuesto mi existencia a la nada.

Y aún queda la curiosidad ante aquello que pudo haber sido y no es. El vacío ante aquella posibilidad que ha sido desechada. Ese vacío que siento al haber perdido todo.

Y permanece el vértigo que sentí al haberme asomado por el abismo de la nada, al estar viendo en la dirección de mi futuro y no ver nada, no saber nada. Permanece el vértigo al haber saltado al abismo y seguir cayendo sin saber a donde llegaré, sin saber que pasará.

Se que soy culpable, se que he caído, se que ha sido mi libertad la que me ha condenado, se que debo enfrentar las consecuencias, se que llegará el final,

pero permanece la angustia.

One more year...and counting

Hours, days, weeks, months, years pass me by and I get taller, smarter, physically stronger, I get older. But I grow colder as I realize how much there is that I don't know, how far everything seems to be. And every year as there is one more candle on my cake my smile gets tired of blowing them off and fades away. My tears get thicker and I realize how tired I am of waiting, blinking, breathing, bleeding.

But my heartbeats get stronger, louder 'cause there still are my dreams, my love to keep me on my feet, to make me smile.

It is true that my white dress is turning yellow, my thoughts are getting bitter and my words dryer; but it is also true that my smile is getting wider 'cause my dreams keep getting closer every year.

Me he vuelto loca...o eso es lo que parece..?¿

Sentada donde estoy en este momento se me ocurrió una pregunta los mas de curiosa: será que me he vuelto completamente loca? será que ya me perdí y no tengo remedio alguno? tal vez deba someterme al análisis de un psiquiatra o a un tratamiento a base de farmacos.
Sinceramente...cómo es posible que este enamorada de una foto? o de la voz de alguien. Me encanta que podemos hacer!! Lo mas chistoso es que es algo completamente imposible..pero bueno sigamos.
Como puede ser posible que el hecho de querer estar con *alguien* sobrepase mi propia fuerza de voluntad? por qué carajos sere tan debil en esta vida?
Después de 16 años de vida aprendí a pedir perdon y a superar el orgullo, pero el problema es que parece ser que lo hice con la persona equivocada, alguien que no se lo merece, pero pues...que importa!
En este momento siento que mi pasado me esta acechando (no se si eso este bien escrito y ni me importa), muy en serio esta apareciendo gente de la que no habia sabido nada en muchisimo tiempo. Será bueno? revivir el pasado oscuro...quien sabe.
Pero mi pasado no es lo único que me acecha...tngo encima un sentimiento absurdo...una sed de venganza increible. Quiero que la persona que me hizo sufrir pase pro lo mismo que yo...siendo sincera, quiero que coma MUCHA MIERDA! Pero igual lo quiero y ahi si que se puede hacer?
Por otra parte, PASÉ A 11!!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!! no lo neigo estoy deliz...que dicha marica! por fin 11, por fin prom 2006 y todas esas vainas; pero por alguna razón siento que estoy muy chiquita para estar en once, la verdad es que no me veo haciendo aprte del grupo "de las niñas mas grandes del colegio", y muuucho emnos entrando a la universidad. El mundo real...yo?
La verdad es que vivo en una bolita de cristal, como en un cuento de hadas y OJO SE ROMPE, porque me da demasiada pereza vivir en el mundo real...es física pereza, nada mas.
Estoy en vacaciones, por ende mi adicción por el cigarrillo tiende a aumentar y tengo un antojo absurdo de tequila, no quiero estar con andie y me quiero bajar una botella de vino yo solita. Ademas ya casi cumplo años y no se porque quiero un i-pod, me dió por ahi, que superficialidad en serio, que asco!
En fin...me mamé de escribir y además me tengo que arreglar porque voy a salir si es que me dejan, valga la aclaración, porque al parecer estoy viviendo con dos carceleros.
En fin..sean felices..o yo no se...hagan de su vida lo que quieran pero no se metan conmigo...

"These hands stained red
From the times that I've killed you and then
We can wash down this engagement ring
With poison and kerosene.
We'll laugh as we die,
And we'll celebrate the end of things with cheap champagne. "


Drowning lessons-My chemical Romance

The sea

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rippled incessantly and called out on me. Come it said come. And I went, abandoning myself, swaying, swiming, but the sea kept calling further, further, and I learnt to go rowing, sailing. I rushed onto the water with the sound of the wind and the singing of the birds that sang further, further.
I would've liked to jump further, but everyone said I was young and the sea was a dangerous tempter, and I had terrible dreams. A wall of black water rose behind my back to drown me down, but before I was submerged, I woke up, and in that very moment, I had the impression to be floating...

Me preguntas por qué?

Miro caer las gotas de lluvia en mi ventana

Se que todo será igual, no cambiara mañana

El sol volverá a salir, la luna será mas blanca

El rio será mas rio, no caeran las montañas

Tu seguirás alli

Yo seguiré soñando

Con ese beso que al final te robaré mientras tanto

Porque me quedo muda, perdida en tu mirada

Porque todo es lejano

Porque sin ti ya no hay mas nada

Porque no existen hadas, ni principes ni sueños

Porque todo es mentira

Porque sin ti ya no hay mas vida

As I fade away...

I can't find myself

Im losing my place

As I'm fading away

The lights fade out

The sky falls down

I lose my strength

I lose my breath

The roses I can't smell

The wine in my glass I can't taste

My soul they've taken away

My dreams have come to an end

There's nothing else to say

Now that inside my coffin i lay

While you're sculping my grave

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

hello?

Am I still here?

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Alguien* me dijo que el apego a las cosas solo me lleva al sufrimiento. No puedo estar mas de acuerdo! Wash! Es increible lo estupidamente dependientes que nos volvemos de cosas que no tienen sentido, de personas que no hacen la diferencia. Que ridculos nos vemos dandole importancia a las cosas mas insignificantes...
Como pude haber sido tan ciega para estrellarme de frente contra el fuego como las mariposas?







*^_^!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagghhhhhh :)

I'm hiding behind the curtain so you won't see me, and I'm trying not to breathe so you won't notice I'm there.
But it's getting harder,
hiding get's harder everytime you pass by,
'cause whe I see you I know I miss you,
and it seems like the stars are falling down from my sky,
and they're falling down on me,
and I'm blinded, anxious and desperate,
just notice the mess I've done!

But I'll still be silent, hiding behind the curtain, peeking from the other side of the door through the doorknob,
hoping you'll draw the curtain and open the door,
so that someday I'll be able to put the stars back where they belong,
up there with you.
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Someday I know I'll pick them all up... ^_^

Deep within every human being there still lives the anxiety over the possibility of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the millions and millions in this enormous household. A person keeps this anxiety at a distance by looking at the many round about who are related to him as kin and friends, but the anxiety is still there, nevertheless, and he hardly dares think of how he would feel if all this were taken away.

Look at the little girl with the little black dress and the shiny red shoes.
She's got nothing on her mind...bink bink bop! oh oh! Hello!
Is there anybody out there? Is there anyone home?
So comfortably numb, just thinking about bugs.
Look at her hiding in the dark, smiling at the sun.
There she is, the little girl, with a spider in her hand and only 25 cents.
There she goes, walking to shool, singing her songs,
look at her, drawing on the floor, wearing flowers on her hair.
Oh the little girl, playing with her dragonfly, flying away with butterflies.
There goes the little girl, holding on to her candy cane,
going away to drown her pain in lemonade.
Left, right, left, jumping again, shes starting to sing,
she's meeting the boy playing games with her head so they can walk together again.

' "I have done that", says my memory.
"I couldn't have done that", says my pride, and it remains inflexible.
In the end, my memory yields. '

Nietzsche

Quiero...

I want to know...
Quiero saber que es lo que pasa.

Quiero saber en donde estoy y hacia donde tengo que ir.

Quiero saber que es mentira y que es verdad.

Quiero saber que se siente estar en tu lugar, quiero saber lo que piensas.

I want to read your mind, I want to twist your thoughts.

Maldita sea! Como odio no saber!

Quiero que nada se interponga en mi camino.

I want a clear sky to see the stars tonight.

I want roses to be black and clouds to be purple.

I want a menthol ice-cream and vanilla cigarrettes.

Quiero que lluevan mariposas y que el cielo se vea de mil colores.

Quiero volar y nadar al mismo tiempo.

Quiero saber si la fantasía puede ser realidad.

Quiero encontrarte en mis sueños para poder hablar contigo.

Quiero coger una estrella y dártela en la mano.

Quiero tenerte.

I want the fairytales to be real to ride the seahorses in my stories.

Quiero tener una razón para ser felíz.

Quiero dormir para siempre y perderme en mi propia oscuridad.

I want to loose myself in darkness so there can be someone to find me.

Quiero tomar mucha agua, y que el agua te sepa a sangre.

Quiero que mi reflejo me sonría.

Quiero escribir un poema en las paredes de la ciudad que me encierra.

Quiero que las luces se apaguen y el fuego invada los corazones de la gente trsite que veo todos los días.

Quiero dejar de tener mil pensamientos idiotas y decir lo que de verdad quiero; pero no puedo

Quiero sentir frío y acabar con este cuento tan ridículo.

Quiero que todo vuelva a la normalidad.

It'll all work out. You'll see. In the end it's all nice.

The secret

I hold a secret inside of me.

A secret no one else knows even though everyone thinks so and has tried to sabotage it's meaning.

A secret so complicated that you'll have to search inside your own soul and not someone else's for clues.

A secret so confusing you will find it hard to believe.

I hold the secret that makes me happy.

I am the secret so mysterious, so confusing, so happy and yet so sad that everything you know will be twisted and changed.

I am the secret so new and refreshing that when you find out you won't recognize life's smell again.

Im am the secret residing in years of history but told in a story of just a few days.

I am the secret that will be revealed with the sweetest words of the world and will put a smile in some faces but will also draw some tears of a few eyes.

I am the secret to be delivered with sweet words and sealed with silent happiness.

I am the secret that holds the beginning of a new story...

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Paper doll

I know you have my soul, and I see it in your eyes...

Look at me in my paper dress, watch the blood run down my face,
and watch the blood run down my arms but don't take notice,
please don't take notice...

Now my soul is dead,
Now my body's raw,
You can numb my pain...

Look at me in my paper dress and wonder why I won't burn.
I'm just a paper doll...that's all...
Just a paper doll...








Alimentando asi, triste, la vida con el veneno, la misma muerte que vivo es la vida con que muero...

And I thought you were the one who knew me,
But now I realize you are the one that used me.

I thought you were able to read me,
Now I know you just pretended to rewrite me.

How could I believe you?
I am ashamed of myself, for I never thought I'd fall so easy,
so fast.

Annabel Lee

"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea. "

-- THE END --

Edgar Allan Poe

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in my head there's only you now...

El sueño

Si el sueño fuera una tregua,
un puro reposo de la mente,
¿por qué, si te despiertan bruscamente,
sientes que te han robado una fortuna?
¿Por qué es tan triste madrugar?
La hora nos despoja de un don inconcebible,
tan íntimo que sólo es traducible en un sopor que la vigilia dora de sueños,
que bien pueden ser reflejos truncos de los tesoros de la sombra,
de un orbe intemporal que no se nombra y que el día deforma en sus espejos.

¿Quién serás esta noche en el oscuro sueño, del otro lado de su muro?

-Borges-

Oh tell me where your freedom lies, the streets are fields that never die. Deliver me from reasons why you'd rather cry, I'd rather fly.

Am I a lucky lady in the city of lights,
or just another lost angel, city of nights?

I know I'm not ok...I'm no o fucking k!!

I'm standing half a world away, but I will follow your voice to get away and someday I will be gone, soon I will be here no more. And when I get there you'll hear my tale through my blood.

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"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it

Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry

The one without tears

For I've been given this its strength

And it has become my only strength.

Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality

Where being wanted became a thrill, I never knew,

The sweet piano writing down my life.

Teach me passion for I fear it's gone

Show me love, hold the lorn

So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me

I'm sorry.

Time will tell

This bitter farewell

I live no more to shame

Nor me, nor you

And you...I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."

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If only...

If only we could live in the moon,
we'd stare at the full earth -holding hands- contemplating it's bright blue ocean and the starfish surrounding it.
We'd play our chordless guitars and sing our songs in silence thinking about each other.
We'd be able to hold on to the stars and forget our fears. There would be no more crying and our tears would be replaced with countless smiles and laughter.
We'd stop wondering about fairytales 'cause we'd be living one of our own.
And if we had to come back, we'd tell them our story. If only they could believe us, they couldn't help but wonder how did we manage to get so lucky.

A little guidance please...

For some stupid reason I can't help but search for the meaning of the voices in my head telling me tu jump, to fly away, to escape. But how can I do that?...And...should I?
I wishe there was a light to guide me, a light pointing into the right direction, or at least the one I should take.
I don't really know if I should let the wind take me away without knowing my final destination or where will my destiny drag me to. All I know is that a part of me wants to stay in the place that I've been occupating for so long; and there is the pother part telling me to break free. I know my heart wants to fly away, but my mind wants to stay and try to move on. Should I listen to my mind and stick to the logical side of the situation? Or should I embrace the opportunity to spread my winds open again, to fly again and be free to feel the wind beneath my wings. Should the world see me traveling through the black night sky? Am I worthy of smiling forever?
If only I had a little guidance.
If only the one that really knows me and has seen me how I really am, the one that has seen my wings stay still for so long and has listened to my silent tears, if only the one could tell me what will it be. Will it be yes? Or will it be sorry?
Do you really know what I am and do you accept it? From the bottom of your heart?
Will you fly away with me?

From behind the cat's scratch, only the one true mystery can be.

To see the real mystery, one must live in the darkness to be free.

I can't take my mind off of you...I wish you were here...I left my heart open...But you didn't understand... 

Breathe no more

I

I've been looking in the mirror for so long
Taht I've come to believe my soul's on the other side
All the little pieces fallen, shatter
Shards of me too sharp to put back together
Too small to matter
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
If I try to touch her and I bleed I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe no more.

II
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirit's well
Yet again you refuse to drink like stubborn child
Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever
And of this will make sense when I get better
I know the difference between myself and my reflection
I just can't help but wonder
Which of us do you love, so I bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe no
Bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe, I breathe, I breathe no more.

Decisive moment..

Countless times I've cried my heart out without a reason;
Several times I've stood alone screaming out my soul to scare the pain away.
I lay here, broken and tired of breathing the freezing air of pain surrounding me,
I need to get away and bleed,
I need my wounds to give me peace.
I'm sitting here, submerged in my cold tears, with my eyes dry from crying, shivering to death with thw weight of the pain sinking me down. And all I want to do is bleed...bleed until I stop feeling, until I breathe no more and my tears become useless because my eyes are shut and I'm not condemned to see you anymore.
I say goodbye to you and the pain I was used to for so long.

Scars

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever came around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel ...