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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