tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83752932454160152202024-02-20T10:56:35.535+01:00things we lost in the way (Dylan's mirror)My life through Dylan's songs... and maybe othersUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-52365762353461443262010-10-08T23:53:00.003+02:002010-10-09T00:00:01.306+02:00I want you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTCRV5wS8kS_-v9rLjQDyTp-xjER5WNDeEICRrcsyJLLWYhUieJWwdE0cJQhaqrvnbWrpQ3dgB6AeV3WyqY5xZRiBY-XOnL3BIgpy4pqW9uQFvt0UzQriJP1dLXKT7V7ogLEOLAHEM1Q/s1600/08082010277.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTCRV5wS8kS_-v9rLjQDyTp-xjER5WNDeEICRrcsyJLLWYhUieJWwdE0cJQhaqrvnbWrpQ3dgB6AeV3WyqY5xZRiBY-XOnL3BIgpy4pqW9uQFvt0UzQriJP1dLXKT7V7ogLEOLAHEM1Q/s320/08082010277.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525798266530567362" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The last time I saw her<br />Was the night she said goodbye<br />She said that love's a stranger<br />And it's sure to pass you by<br />As she packed up her belongings<br />She wouldn't look me in the eye<br />But I could see a tear roll<br />Off her face<br />As we both tried so hard<br />Not to cry she said<br /><br />I never wanted the stars<br />I never shot for the moon<br />I like them right where they are<br />All I wanted was you<br />So baby just turn away<br />Because I can't face the truth<br />All I'm trying to say<br />Is all I wanted was you<br /><br />I tried so hard to remember<br />Where when how why love went away<br />I tried to drown myself in pity<br />But the whiskey kept calling your name<br /><br />I bought you fancy cars and diamond rings<br />All the things that money brings<br />And the servants to paint the sky blue<br />And I worked so hard seven days a week<br />And built a fortress for your heart to keep<br />If I could I'd wrap these words up for you<br /><br />I never wanted the stars<br />I never shot for the moon<br />I like them right where they are<br />All I wanted was you<br />So baby just turn away<br />Because I can't face the truth<br />All I'm trying to say<br />Is all I wanted was you<br /><br />I may have built for you a dreamhouse<br />But never thought you were alone<br />I filled the party up with company<br />But never made our house a home<br />All I got is my guitar these chords and the truth<br />All I got is my guitar ... but all I want is you </span></span></b></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-12601898767266820812010-09-05T07:39:00.002+02:002010-09-05T07:47:17.342+02:00I like when you are quiet<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="">I like when you are quiet as if you were absent,<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">It seems that your eyes had flown<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="">As all things are filled with my soul<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Butterfly dreams, you are my soul,<br /></span><span title="">and you are like the word melancholy.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title=""><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="">I like when you are quiet and you seem distant.<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">And you're a moaning, a butterfly cooing.<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">And you hear me from far away and my voice does not reach you<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Let me come with your silence.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="">Let me talk to you with your silence<br /></span><span title="">bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">You are like the night stillness and constellations.<br /></span><span title="">Your silence is a star, as remote and candid.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title=""><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "><span title="">I like when you are quiet as if you were absent.<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Distant and painful as if you were dead.<br /></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">One word then, one smile is enough.<br /></span><span title="">And I am happy, happy that it is not true.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-9220680482338403382010-08-31T20:06:00.004+02:002010-08-31T20:18:59.263+02:00I had to do it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0W4UwLwOqckSKDOMvYX0or-eUm8sriMZ5laHtD3RX_0-Kw0k_B1wM83eQ6U_Tf1ieZq9i2faTnmCRqVN6rjZuXZCdWvNPDM-b2NqJAMkUwLwc5BEYuJto0QUdZY5doygCaHp8LbzMzU/s1600/13072010138.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0W4UwLwOqckSKDOMvYX0or-eUm8sriMZ5laHtD3RX_0-Kw0k_B1wM83eQ6U_Tf1ieZq9i2faTnmCRqVN6rjZuXZCdWvNPDM-b2NqJAMkUwLwc5BEYuJto0QUdZY5doygCaHp8LbzMzU/s320/13072010138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511639421129242674" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:10.8333px;"><div id="gt-res-content" class="almost_half_cell" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; "><div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1; "><span id="result_box" class="long_text" style=" line-height: 1.7em; vertical-align: top; margin-bottom: 5px; "><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1; "><span id="result_box" class="long_text" style=" line-height: 1.7em; vertical-align: top; margin-bottom: 5px; "><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I had to do it,<br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">celebrate a year today;<br /></span></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">any day as always,<br /></span></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">just today though the pie is rancid and I am not going to eat it.<br /><br /></span></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I wanted to blow a candle for all those I didn't blow.<br /></span></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was a very busy year,<br /></span></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">agreements </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and disagreements, books, coffee, and movies,<br /></span></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">some tears and more coffee.<br /><br /></span></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The lakes and walks in Copenhagen, always Copenhagen.<br /></span></span><span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That's not true, there were also Barcelona, Paris and some more places,<br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">some you and too much of me.<br /><br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But I wanted to point out the smiles,<br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sore cheeks that I had,<br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">special moments and encounters,<br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">because of the rest have already been written and said too much.<br /><br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I had to do it, celebrate one more year,<br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hugs and plundering of useless things<br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and vicious circles.<br /><br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But I had to do it, though the cake is rancid,<br /></span></span><span title=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and I am not going to eat it.</span></span></span></div><div><span id="result_box" class="long_text" style=" line-height: 1.7em; vertical-align: top; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size:13px;"><span title=""><br /></span></span></div></div><div align="left"></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-45747860965897083212010-08-31T17:09:00.002+02:002010-08-31T17:13:58.911+02:00Tonight I can write the saddest lines<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiwC4YKSzgu1dcx8xKw73BvzfFgFFfp-Ecb_1qz7cLQoJgehcOcn8Yz3McLfrY3TqBavSxpsTp0oUlNbbGacaQaQky03KcPV3LKf9Ojv7xldSXiL0vDyFFrUgDgcRf8NVckKPMGEKUUI/s1600/Shine_4bca4baab29f0.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiwC4YKSzgu1dcx8xKw73BvzfFgFFfp-Ecb_1qz7cLQoJgehcOcn8Yz3McLfrY3TqBavSxpsTp0oUlNbbGacaQaQky03KcPV3LKf9Ojv7xldSXiL0vDyFFrUgDgcRf8NVckKPMGEKUUI/s320/Shine_4bca4baab29f0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511592480120448578" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></b></span></div>Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />Write, for example, 'The night is shattered,<br />and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'<br />The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.<br /><br /></span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.<br />Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.<br />I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.<br /><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.<br />How could one not have loved her great still eyes?<br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.</span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br />To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,<br />And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.<br />What does it matter that my love could not keep her.<br />That night is shattered and she is not with me. </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br />This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br />My sight searches for her as though to go to her.<br />My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.<br /><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">The same night whitening the same trees.<br />We, of that time, are no longer the same.<br />I no longer love her, that is certain, but how I loved her.<br />My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.<br /><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.<br />Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes,<br />I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her.<br />Love is so short, forgetting is so long.<br /><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms<br />my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br />Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,<br />and these the last verses that I write for her.</span></b></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-87377942247201789652010-07-18T21:45:00.003+02:002010-07-18T21:52:34.571+02:00Dreamin' Of You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8EDAnyZUKaWyomEogov67BdO7kP1M9ogaPw6UZnnytKBBCUWqZrrFjY2Ehi8j81_8zIUF9GhgPYhyht2vLYe5l-aCREOohk2uXuUoPLqFNSGHDLfqI82r8xxRvE-hH7drH0PnvgGtdc/s1600/11072010102.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8EDAnyZUKaWyomEogov67BdO7kP1M9ogaPw6UZnnytKBBCUWqZrrFjY2Ehi8j81_8zIUF9GhgPYhyht2vLYe5l-aCREOohk2uXuUoPLqFNSGHDLfqI82r8xxRvE-hH7drH0PnvgGtdc/s320/11072010102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495336186889774066" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;"><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The light in this place is really bad<br />Like being at the bottom of a stream<br />Any minute now<br />I’m expecting to wake up from a dream</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Means so much, the softest touch<br />By the grave of some child, who neither wept or smiled<br />I pondered my faith in the rain<br />I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do<br />And it’s driving me insane</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Somewhere dawn is breaking<br />Light is streaking ‘cross the floor<br />Church bells are ringing<br />I wonder who they’re ringing for</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Travel under any star<br />You’ll see me wherever you are<br />The shadowy past is awake and so vast<br />I’m sleeping in the palace of pain<br />I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do<br />But it’s driving me insane</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Maybe they’ll get me, maybe they won’t<br />But whatever it won’t be tonight<br />I wish your hand was in mine right now<br />We could go where the moon is white</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">For years they had me locked in a cage<br />Then they threw me onto the stage<br />Some things just last longer than you thought they would<br />And they never, ever explain<br />I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do<br />And it’s driving me insane</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well, I eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m dry<br />Live my life on the square<br />Even if the flesh falls off my face<br />It won’t matter, long as you’re there</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Feel like a ghost in love<br />Underneath the heavens above<br />Feel further away than I ever did before<br />Feel further than I can take<br />Dreamin’ of you is all I do<br />But it’s driving me insane</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Everything in the way is so shiny today<br />A queer and unusual fall<br />Spirals of golden haze, here and there in a blaze<br />Like beams of light in the storm</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Maybe you were here and maybe you weren’t<br />Maybe you touched somebody and got burnt<br />The silent sun has got me on the run<br />Burning a hole in my brain<br />I’m dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do<br />But it’s driving me insane</span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-49467974482046585962010-06-24T09:21:00.003+02:002010-06-24T09:26:20.448+02:00freedom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagT4KD9w5NoDNcEI1hZgyetNq2nzPqt7CWj4aCssAHxb-FW1_qgh9AgIXtRm8VkEOTiJmq_96Si9hBBoggpgIYn0Hccb4DDjTWK06svGPUeU9GbgPgH_mN6Cs17j2Js6Og1JgKn8Finc/s1600/17062010021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagT4KD9w5NoDNcEI1hZgyetNq2nzPqt7CWj4aCssAHxb-FW1_qgh9AgIXtRm8VkEOTiJmq_96Si9hBBoggpgIYn0Hccb4DDjTWK06svGPUeU9GbgPgH_mN6Cs17j2Js6Og1JgKn8Finc/s320/17062010021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486237519140257442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Creo que todos buscamos lo mismo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> no sabemos muy bien que es ni donde esta<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">oímos hablar de la hermana mas hermosa<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">que se busca y no se puede encontrar</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />La conocen los que la perdieron</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />los que la vieron de cerca, irse muy lejos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> y los que la volvieron a encontrar</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> la conocen los presos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">La libertad</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><br />Algunos faloperos, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> algunos con problemas de dinero,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> porque se despiertan soñándola,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> algunos que nacieron en el tiempo equivocado,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> la libertad</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Todos los marginales del fin del mundo,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> esclavos de alguna necesidad,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> los que sueñan despiertos,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />los que no pueden dormir,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />la libertad</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /><br />Algunos tristemente enamorados</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />pagando todavía el precio del amor</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />algunos que no pueden esperar,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />y no aguantan más la necesidad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Algunos cautivos de eso, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> que no saben donde mirar,<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> tengo algunos hermanos<br />y una hermana muy hermosa, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> la libertad</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Igual que Norberto,<br />me pregunto muchas veces, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> donde esta?<br />y no dejo de pensar, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />será solamente una palabra,<br />la hermana hermosa</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />la libertad.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-74385752291015664422010-05-10T19:06:00.004+02:002010-05-10T19:24:21.682+02:00You Changed my Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgJAzz3BvXwF-gZK_rJ9zHci_KW2ReREVD3P01XSh8tRYGFzM_hiAnv0ucLcmVm5iL1Z3VAJ9NkT6tAxIw7P0ivekap0b56EJq3K-UOj8YTeaj_hnWduXuOeZJxAT2xDJpbAV0QY6EF4/s1600/IMGP1847.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgJAzz3BvXwF-gZK_rJ9zHci_KW2ReREVD3P01XSh8tRYGFzM_hiAnv0ucLcmVm5iL1Z3VAJ9NkT6tAxIw7P0ivekap0b56EJq3K-UOj8YTeaj_hnWduXuOeZJxAT2xDJpbAV0QY6EF4/s320/IMGP1847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469693432298545490" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was listening to the voices of death on parade<br />Singing about conspiracy, wanted me to be afraid<br />Working for a system I couldn't understand or trust<br />Suffered ridicule and wanting to give it all up in disgust</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But you changed my life<br />Came along in a time of strife<br />In hunger and need, you made my heart bleed<br />You changed my life</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Talk about salvation, people suddenly get tired<br />They got a million things to do, they're all so inspired<br />You do the work of the devil, you got a million friends<br />They'll be there when you got something, they'll take it all in the end</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But you changed my life<br />Came along in a time of strife<br />I was under the gun, clouds blocking the sun<br />You changed my life</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Well, the nature of man is to beg and to steal<br />I do it myself, it's not so unreal<br />The call of the wild is forever at my door<br />Wants me to fly like an eagle while being chained to the floor</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But you changed my life<br />Came along in a time of strife<br />From silver and gold to what man cannot hold<br />You changed my life</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was eating with the pigs off a fancy tray<br />I was told i was looking good and to have a nice day<br />It all seemed so proper, it all seemed so elite<br />Eating that absolute garbage while being so discreet</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But you changed my life<br />Came along in a time of strife<br />From silver and gold to what man cannot hold<br />You changed my life</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">You were glowing in the sun while being peaceably calm<br />While orphans of man danced to the beat of the palm<br />Your eyes were on fire, your feet were of brass<br />In the world you had made they made you an outcast</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">You changed my life<br />Came along in a time of strife<br />From silver and gold to what man cannot hold<br />You changed my life</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">There was someone in my body that I could hardly see<br />Invading my privacy making my decisions for me<br />Holding me back, not letting me stand<br />Making me feel like a stranger in a strange land</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But you changed my life<br />Came along in a time of strife<br />You come down the line, give me a new mind<br />You changed my life</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">My Lord and my Savior, my companion, my friend<br />Heart fixer, mind regulator, true to the end<br />My creator, my comforter, my cause for joy<br />What the world is set against but will never destroy</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">You changed my life<br />Came along in a time of strife<br />You came in like the wind,<br />You changed my life</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-45326978966757289482010-05-01T15:16:00.006+02:002010-05-06T17:45:34.636+02:00was not happy ending for us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpKSUuYWnsEWweG1sP89DJa9nlyu46JSapAImOzMpAtI5rWYxAJWrTJtXvcQyGY0lEU4ZDmWbiSqfK4NhFIWB7fPtrhF-EjUrnXVMxteNF8e-tRAl53oYrA4Rn9PNnvDGop6ugDIzTVM/s1600/20071231041400-sleep-well-my-dear-ivan-koulakov-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpKSUuYWnsEWweG1sP89DJa9nlyu46JSapAImOzMpAtI5rWYxAJWrTJtXvcQyGY0lEU4ZDmWbiSqfK4NhFIWB7fPtrhF-EjUrnXVMxteNF8e-tRAl53oYrA4Rn9PNnvDGop6ugDIzTVM/s320/20071231041400-sleep-well-my-dear-ivan-koulakov-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466290622632998706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">This is the way you left me,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I'm not pretending.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">No hope, no love, no glory,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">No Happy Ending.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Can't get no love without sacrifice</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">This is the hardest words that I've ever written </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />No hope, or love, or glory</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Happy endings gone forever more</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I feel as if I'm wasted</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">And I'm wasting every day</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">2 o'clock in the morning, something is on my mind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I can think that we just carried on</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">This is the way you left me,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I'm not pretending.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">No hope, no love, no glory,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">No Happy Ending.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">This is the way that we love,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Like it's forever.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Then live the rest of our life,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">But not together.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-1317264662300660932010-04-10T16:05:00.003+02:002010-04-10T16:09:26.179+02:00all we can do is keep breathing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNEAhIWolY8IoE5WptYSAp5jNF8Wzo6ro5KeeaHSzM1BkW5Am_PHvwTJE8_Huc_c1Pljqi4ztNTVyOPn3ZGvQ9wwsqwZHu9xcQpR0LO6KHA4ssajFPNbdQurGK3tKLzdhzFrNO7-ZtBA/s1600/eduard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNEAhIWolY8IoE5WptYSAp5jNF8Wzo6ro5KeeaHSzM1BkW5Am_PHvwTJE8_Huc_c1Pljqi4ztNTVyOPn3ZGvQ9wwsqwZHu9xcQpR0LO6KHA4ssajFPNbdQurGK3tKLzdhzFrNO7-ZtBA/s320/eduard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458510511094767714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />The storm is coming but I don't mind</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> People are dying, I close my blinds</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />All that I know is I'm breathing<br /><br />now</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> I want to change the world</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><br />Instead I sleep</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />I want to believe in more than you and me</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />But all that I know is I'm breathing</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-73622242019315156132010-03-12T20:50:00.005+01:002010-03-20T18:04:51.256+01:00you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprILwCgOEx03TnfDfjDli7gQHlPFW3OcMx5Ea-XSN5kK75K0poH5uCQI9QT21WPTkRz1JI7esSX-pa87TAquSeRylirsNMgtwjSiZy1-9Z00DNMibenzW-LocOCyfPRzFveEZtiGCcqw/s1600-h/20080827020012-profundo-silencio-azul-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprILwCgOEx03TnfDfjDli7gQHlPFW3OcMx5Ea-XSN5kK75K0poH5uCQI9QT21WPTkRz1JI7esSX-pa87TAquSeRylirsNMgtwjSiZy1-9Z00DNMibenzW-LocOCyfPRzFveEZtiGCcqw/s320/20080827020012-profundo-silencio-azul-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762407180852530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">All these lines across my face,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">tell you the story of who I am,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />So many stories of where I've been</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />and how I got where I am</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />But these stories don´t mean anything<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">when you have got no one to tell them to<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">and that is you.</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Y</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">ou see the smile that is on my mouth</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">it is hidding the words dont come out</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> all the friends who think that I'm blessed <br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">They don't know my head is a mess</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">No, they don't know who I really am</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> And they don't know what </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> I've been through<br />like you do</span> ....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-9968523246586346512009-10-07T22:37:00.003+02:002009-10-07T22:41:33.379+02:00Forgetful heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpPTTtzNrhQWKbGm37xocb7DQov87BvYHo_ku7q8Ksil_b2cRUk7iBJQ2ADvOtgOYf6VLryzALbeiHZOWMLXfee6P0gyyrgcFaIFPbxxbV95P_lZRCVSTRr69ZzXfpYSTmtRn4fxatUU/s1600-h/IMGP1159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpPTTtzNrhQWKbGm37xocb7DQov87BvYHo_ku7q8Ksil_b2cRUk7iBJQ2ADvOtgOYf6VLryzALbeiHZOWMLXfee6P0gyyrgcFaIFPbxxbV95P_lZRCVSTRr69ZzXfpYSTmtRn4fxatUU/s320/IMGP1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389960883309121570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="content"> <p><br /></p><p>Forgetful heart<br />Lost your power of recall<br />Every little detail<br />You don't remember at all<br />The times we knew<br />Who would remember better then you</p> <p>Forgetful heart<br />We laughed and had a good time you and I<br />It's been so long<br />Now you're content to let the days go by<br />When you were there<br />You were the answer to my prayer</p> <p>Forgetful heart<br />We loved with all the love that life can give<br />What can I say<br />Without you it's so hard to live<br />Can't take much more<br />Why can't we love like we did before</p> <p>Forgetful heart<br />Like a walking shadow in my brain<br />All night long<br />I lay awake and listen to the sound of pain<br />The door has closed forevermore<br />If indeed there ever was a door</p> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-60791721105613012752009-08-26T22:27:00.004+02:002009-08-26T22:31:41.890+02:00Aeon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSip8GDVrfbMK_Du1N5jt3tvJ0TUJt3q_j11TdQHUtsDQ0oNAXhF4MHN7llG7Vzobqebys4C5g1y_ENJrggrTGKp5hFmQtKkhFh71FHoOX-_ISpBHSO8_inQQPYEyT05F8wkypooS2Eg/s1600-h/IMG_7066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSip8GDVrfbMK_Du1N5jt3tvJ0TUJt3q_j11TdQHUtsDQ0oNAXhF4MHN7llG7Vzobqebys4C5g1y_ENJrggrTGKp5hFmQtKkhFh71FHoOX-_ISpBHSO8_inQQPYEyT05F8wkypooS2Eg/s320/IMG_7066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374372542876180290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br />Oh aeon</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> My baby boy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon will take care of me</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> All the stars, your eyes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Raining just for me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon will set me free</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> My baby boy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon will repair me</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh his heart enjoyed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Restores eyes alloyed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Carry me through the olden void</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> His arms are warm</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon was never born</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Aeon’s eyes forlorn</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> He contains the storm</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> He’s the pasture of my dawn</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> My baby boy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon will take care of me</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Hold my father</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> For it is myself</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Without him I wouldn’t exist</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Oh aeon</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Love my father</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> For my father is myself</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Hold that man</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> In your tender clutch</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Hold that man I love so much </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-13010391419425247722009-08-08T14:53:00.003+02:002009-08-08T14:56:28.764+02:00Just pray for...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrtYlGSs1V7OBQ8WyzA2tfQsv1T6dalAk9tGmyU6kkqUUsnb0maOp8V0gVtsncxeI3cHGqOYcesUuE0hyphenhyphengL1IA8IqKNHzkttpdsxfuP75vbK47okJmgrFLz8dK_f847IIIfM9Rcvye6U/s1600-h/IMGP1624.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrtYlGSs1V7OBQ8WyzA2tfQsv1T6dalAk9tGmyU6kkqUUsnb0maOp8V0gVtsncxeI3cHGqOYcesUuE0hyphenhyphengL1IA8IqKNHzkttpdsxfuP75vbK47okJmgrFLz8dK_f847IIIfM9Rcvye6U/s320/IMGP1624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367575923840408306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll send you a letter</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">From the frontline</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Please send applause</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And some good advice</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">You were born with a compass</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A map on your table</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Tell me how did you find out</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Your bearings were wrong</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Just pray for us</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pray for sunshine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">These days are cold</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And I'm missing you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The city is no place to lose</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Ah, but I never thought</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I could choose</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">It was plain from the start</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Plain from the start</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I was playing for time</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I need laughter and love</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Some special drug</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I need cigarettes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">There's killers behind us</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Devils ahead, send protection</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I will drown in this city</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I will drown in this trench</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Built for us</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And the only thing left</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Yeah the only thing left</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Is the running</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And these clouds keep on rolling</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And I, I don't know why</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Take this guitar right out of my hands</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I surrender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">This town don't want drunkards</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Or singers of bad poetry</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">They want dancing and drugs and laughter</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And we don't have them</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Just pray for us</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pray for sunshine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">These days are cold</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And I'm missing you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">This letter was meant for your eyes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Destroy it and then just go hide</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">You're the only thing left</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">That makes any sense</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Please don't blow it </span><!--ringtones and media links -->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-81233843963096329822009-06-07T11:19:00.002+02:002009-06-07T11:23:22.681+02:00When you are near me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCx2ooKjItN7QxeIEr9NA_TNbLS0cru-SHZCo9c8X1jg80q3YkM9FBFZOXurS1xAoRNE3C3z1P2qO7yTcFKs624bHAwqLLppG8K9J21R0LvQuovgzPno-1ff5t1AUloD6ELnYstzdp4iw/s1600-h/20051218032715-lovers-with-blue-eyes-john-nolan-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCx2ooKjItN7QxeIEr9NA_TNbLS0cru-SHZCo9c8X1jg80q3YkM9FBFZOXurS1xAoRNE3C3z1P2qO7yTcFKs624bHAwqLLppG8K9J21R0LvQuovgzPno-1ff5t1AUloD6ELnYstzdp4iw/s320/20051218032715-lovers-with-blue-eyes-john-nolan-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513762588347938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">When you're near me I have no fear</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">When I'm untrue you see right through me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">You know me as deep as the sea goes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Calm my head whenever the storm blows</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">In my restless hour I'm holding</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">The words you say that lay my soul to sleep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">I dream of buildings that burn</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">The sky turns black I toss and turn</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">This love branches out like an oak tree</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Reach for the sky and roots to the sea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">So when you're shaken down and broken</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Find some peace of mind in knowing</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">I'd throw them all away when I'm hollow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Deep as the sea goes, all I know is</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">I would throw it all away... far away </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-22655840892340754462009-05-10T10:44:00.003+02:002009-05-10T10:53:51.810+02:00Corner of your heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13GNu6CpUTkSIGllMzzU6WLJqhZFyAZkA2V1DpyTrDuNzvlbblFcSaX9DkJJ7wdNBHQGN_mW5i4sGr2fI1KWe7yFjT4tc2WCM-ebCW_lqF30hVmHIlFBYaXrtgWQPPH5woO22fZMVHls/s1600-h/a39_400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13GNu6CpUTkSIGllMzzU6WLJqhZFyAZkA2V1DpyTrDuNzvlbblFcSaX9DkJJ7wdNBHQGN_mW5i4sGr2fI1KWe7yFjT4tc2WCM-ebCW_lqF30hVmHIlFBYaXrtgWQPPH5woO22fZMVHls/s320/a39_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334115551957171346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >There is a corner of your heart,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >for me,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" ><br />there is a corner of your heart,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >just for me,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >I will pack my bags,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" ><br />just to stay in the corner of your heart.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >There is room beneath beneath your bed,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" ><br />just for me,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" ><br />I will leave this time,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" ><br />just to sleep underneath your bed,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >there is one minute of your day.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >I will leave my past,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >just to occupy one minute of your day</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" ><br />just to sleep underneath your bed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" >just to stay in the corner of your heart.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-41265851762030698342009-04-18T10:05:00.003+02:002009-04-18T10:11:28.435+02:00Baby, don't take your love away.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiUb8RftMKdJkSeZGf2y4BCydXswrYo8mxvKlshymt-jYWlwzfHDDCRqLmHw5W43eLUlrArjH8G3RWw40PHyd9c-_QtvG8ujF2ufHYJDVDqZyBWaYn7leynnr3F7yyfii3zce-q-2pNg/s1600-h/20090313021008-under-moon-ivan-koulakov-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiUb8RftMKdJkSeZGf2y4BCydXswrYo8mxvKlshymt-jYWlwzfHDDCRqLmHw5W43eLUlrArjH8G3RWw40PHyd9c-_QtvG8ujF2ufHYJDVDqZyBWaYn7leynnr3F7yyfii3zce-q-2pNg/s320/20090313021008-under-moon-ivan-koulakov-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325940727616786530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Sitting here just watching you sleep<br />Wish I could slip inside and be in some technicolor dream<br />But the air's too thick for one of us to breathe<br />I'm not fool enough to think you couldn't live life without me<br /><br />I didn't come this far to throw the towel in<br />I didn't fight this hard to walk away<br />If I ain't smart enough to say I'm sorry<br />It's just because the words got in the way<br /><br />I remember how it used to be<br />I was you and you were me<br />We were more than just the same<br />Now these shoes don't fit, my skin's too tight<br />When you want a kiss, I take a bite<br /><br />Let your heart call up the cops, read me my rights<br />Last night I drank enough to drown<br />Raise a toast to your good looks and to my health<br />Look, we both know how much I've let you down<br />So baby, don't you take your love away from me.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />You deserve someone to give it to you straight<br />To find the soul through flesh and bone<br />My life's a treasure, full of sunny weather<br />But it's left me feeling cold<br />Now all you wanna do is take me home<br /><br />I hated you, the night you said you loved me<br />I hated you, 'cause I couldn't love myself<br />I'm begging you now, baby please just hold me<br />I got one foot in, one foot off the ground </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-80149807346408973052009-04-02T00:17:00.003+02:002009-04-02T00:27:24.569+02:00fuck up<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">She is always arround my mind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">like an elf with sad sight </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">a mirrow for the solitude</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">that always follows me</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">she would never grow up</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">but I never found out that</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">she was already given her live up </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">but she liked to play with me anyway<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-51656392189026479182009-03-25T18:10:00.002+01:002009-03-25T18:16:48.183+01:00Do the right thing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1kW2TfdVEPEyWBNzTGKtv7Kx4FmrXArpKzaNh2TZknTECY6gFfeMtwJzr0MRHbW8Zcchoo3OcDW9VtXIoIutDgC3ljOvFpPS0RiTOMlfO93IiBmelYuXE44wWhN3V_KJiwZV1-bzJN0/s1600-h/img-logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1kW2TfdVEPEyWBNzTGKtv7Kx4FmrXArpKzaNh2TZknTECY6gFfeMtwJzr0MRHbW8Zcchoo3OcDW9VtXIoIutDgC3ljOvFpPS0RiTOMlfO93IiBmelYuXE44wWhN3V_KJiwZV1-bzJN0/s320/img-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317175448666718370" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Don't wanna judge nobody, don't wanna be judged,<br />Don't wanna touch nobody, don't wanna be touched.<br />Don't wanna hurt nobody, don't wanna be hurt,<br />Don't wanna treat nobody like they was dirt.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But if you do right to me, baby,<br />I'll do right to you, too.<br />Ya got to do unto others<br />Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Don't wanna shoot nobody, don't wanna be shot,<br />Don't wanna buy nobody, don't wanna be bought.<br />Don't wanna bury nobody, don't wanna be buried,<br />Don't wanna marry nobody if they're already married.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But if you do right to me, baby,<br />I'll do right to you, too.<br />Ya got to do unto others<br />Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Don't wanna burn nobody, don't wanna be burned,<br />Don't wanna learn from nobody what I gotta unlearn.<br />Don't wanna cheat nobody, don't wanna be cheated,<br />Don't wanna defeat nobody if they already been defeated.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But if you do right to me, baby,<br />I'll do right to you, too.<br />Ya got to do unto others<br />Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Don't wanna wink at nobody, don't wanna be winked at,<br />Don't wanna be used by nobody for a doormat.<br />Don't wanna confuse nobody, don't wanna be confused,<br />Don't wanna amuse nobody, don't wanna be amused.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But if you do right to me, baby,<br />I'll do right to you, too.<br />Ya got to do unto others<br />Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Don't wanna betray nobody, don't wanna be betrayed,<br />Don't wanna play with nobody, don't wanna be waylaid.<br />Don't wanna miss nobody, don't wanna be missed,<br />Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But if you do right to me, baby,<br />I'll do right to you, too.<br />Ya got to do unto others<br />Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-9378891123330232232009-03-21T10:49:00.005+01:002009-03-21T17:51:40.981+01:00The day that finally you will love me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUPeqqEYAMiyRitSWVCiOdOUQeC4YTu59k6KOpYdFn7yM8NG-L5HJmR-GA6ijsV0kPeg4ryRQfoCSSCfXTUdzOE523I2QemLUNlrezrVqlqgGnFviL7YFEosW3-QdzzijgHr7Jv-tVos/s1600-h/acuarela+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUPeqqEYAMiyRitSWVCiOdOUQeC4YTu59k6KOpYdFn7yM8NG-L5HJmR-GA6ijsV0kPeg4ryRQfoCSSCfXTUdzOE523I2QemLUNlrezrVqlqgGnFviL7YFEosW3-QdzzijgHr7Jv-tVos/s320/acuarela+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315577753353927042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Give me the sweet sound of your sleep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">how live smile when your dark eyes look at me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">you that hurted me so much</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">but at the end everything is forgoten</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">the day you will love me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">the roses will dress for a party</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">with their better color</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">the wind and the bells</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">will say that finally you are mine</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">and the fountains will explain our love</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">the night you will love me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">the jelous stars will look at us</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">and a misterious thunder will screem for our love</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">the day you will love there will be only harmony</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">the life will bloom and there wouldn't be any pain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">until the daylight will come</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-20858198046441430932009-02-28T14:17:00.004+01:002009-03-07T17:09:04.773+01:00I had so much to give you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvMi_F7PbLBKKWh8WM6duGfzRsDuCnAg3uciRWGuU8rllgzQkTq9rq4Y0b1VVuGmVB4fc-IETflP_V4qSgRse3-x4s0JnaipDtMN_dlqim2SG1voHr5gP41AJG6f-zv4LakbvlnZX7NE/s1600-h/20070708221730-alegrame-el-dia-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvMi_F7PbLBKKWh8WM6duGfzRsDuCnAg3uciRWGuU8rllgzQkTq9rq4Y0b1VVuGmVB4fc-IETflP_V4qSgRse3-x4s0JnaipDtMN_dlqim2SG1voHr5gP41AJG6f-zv4LakbvlnZX7NE/s320/20070708221730-alegrame-el-dia-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307839298067366354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I promise to keep you deeply in my heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I promise remember those strange days together</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I promise to light a candel on that especial day we met</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">and blow it for you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I promise to never forget it</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I walk slowly thinking in coming back to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">still wandering which part of your destiny remains with me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">still wandering which part we left in the way</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I had so much to give you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">so many things to tell you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I had so much love</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">kept it for you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I had so much that I curse my luck</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">sometimes I curse...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">not to be with you.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-86753033022703487952009-02-26T16:57:00.005+01:002009-02-27T16:24:23.845+01:00She has flown away<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">She has green eyes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">and a sun in her front</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">flowers grew where she steped</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">she was the queen of the place</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">she liked to fly she liked to play</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">there's long time ago since she flown away from me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">without say goodbye</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">but she does not say anything else</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">because there is nothing else she could say</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">she took my colour paintures</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">and she left me alone in this strange world<br />and this hurts....<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-36910246023796309132009-01-11T23:08:00.002+01:002009-01-11T23:11:07.116+01:00I will not throw it away... this time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Oqr5T2cZefF356DYM03rMjMWlplqxouR6masSda3Veh-DkQ2lXV3RYS3_YfL2vDY4euqzu-ytDJOdeoDstxUVw1vrpOTZv_rc6w4LQa7KZT-2flkJxL_LugTT2souGuq3EamZdprWHg/s1600-h/nina_valiente.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Oqr5T2cZefF356DYM03rMjMWlplqxouR6masSda3Veh-DkQ2lXV3RYS3_YfL2vDY4euqzu-ytDJOdeoDstxUVw1vrpOTZv_rc6w4LQa7KZT-2flkJxL_LugTT2souGuq3EamZdprWHg/s320/nina_valiente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290162136923397938" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I once held her in my arms,<br />She said she would always stay.<br />But I was cruel,<br />I treated her like a fool,<br />I threw it all away.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,<br />And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.<br />I must have been mad,<br />I never knew what I had,<br />Until I threw it all away.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round,<br />Love and only love, it can't be denied.<br />No matter what you think about it<br />You just won't be able to do without it.<br />Take a tip from one who's tried.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">So if you find someone that gives you all of her love,<br />Take it to your heart, don't let it stray,<br />For one thing that's certain,<br />You will surely be a-hurtin',<br />If you throw it all away.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-76940920774328939132008-12-24T17:18:00.006+01:002008-12-24T17:40:53.565+01:00Maybe I love you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6A5FG3nV1dvDGVEgaIaA_Jo8hbvVDkUvGt3n6SBabPTMUp7dQG7sl7c_KigtgsA5fjT05JSkjv0Ln9X0tTUD6ALP9AGPfb_EQbPHTdzZUubP5fDWTYyANrj3dO8B3lC6bpJSFz64ES0/s1600-h/el-beso.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6A5FG3nV1dvDGVEgaIaA_Jo8hbvVDkUvGt3n6SBabPTMUp7dQG7sl7c_KigtgsA5fjT05JSkjv0Ln9X0tTUD6ALP9AGPfb_EQbPHTdzZUubP5fDWTYyANrj3dO8B3lC6bpJSFz64ES0/s320/el-beso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283392354594778738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I was looking at you and you grew up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I was speaking to you and you were sleeping</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I loved you and you hided from me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Maybe I did prefer you in this way</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >before I got you close to me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >and felt that you were really far away from me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Perhaps I would like to talk with you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >to feel what you listen</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >and feel the echo of my empty voice</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Possibly I do love you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >simply, without more, do love you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >knowing what you feel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >knowing that you are really lying me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >That eventhough your silents</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >eventhough your absence</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >of your remote shelters</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >of your indifference...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >perhaps I still want that you come back</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Maybe in my sadness</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >you reply with happiness</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >that with my reproaches</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >you reply with silence</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Possibly, I don't know</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I want to sleep close to your body</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >without that you feel mine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >kiss your cold lips</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >take you rigid hand</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I want... it is not possible</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >want to love you, still love you,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >because someone like you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >made of you what you are now</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-26627408996085380132008-12-15T21:52:00.004+01:002008-12-15T22:19:01.405+01:00Is there a life before death?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10kdbOHr4b09FrFJReiA5FGEmAE1U83efSP-n249vlPIoQ2df6inwrmPheaOIA6ZZjY6a9V7hgpIK-Gba2A88Mfc2g9hzM3nwqvDuuUHS9RnpZ80787NTXBIrtMGTbDkrP93EdF0hekc/s1600-h/20080418115534-furia-cristina-de-padua-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10kdbOHr4b09FrFJReiA5FGEmAE1U83efSP-n249vlPIoQ2df6inwrmPheaOIA6ZZjY6a9V7hgpIK-Gba2A88Mfc2g9hzM3nwqvDuuUHS9RnpZ80787NTXBIrtMGTbDkrP93EdF0hekc/s320/20080418115534-furia-cristina-de-padua-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280128873993380050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" >At some point, many years ago, I got lost. I lost prespective, logic, sense and motivation.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" >I don't remember any especial thing that leaded me to this point. I haven't lived any experience traumatic enough to finish where I am. Simply, happened...<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" > </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" >At some point, I began to make me questions. Questions without answers. Questions without any sense.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" > </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Has sense to live if finally we all going to die? From a romantic and idealistic, poetic included, point of view there would be thousands of answers, I know that! But from a practical point of view... Has any sense to build something which destiny is to disappear? What is the sense of the survival sense?<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" ></span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">At some point I surrended. I ran out of ambicions, the capacity of dreaming, the will to live fast, the faith, the unconformism, be thirsty of answers, nihilism, combative spirit, ideals, projects, curiosity.... All that I had been acumulated during my youth and that now was the food to my soul. Does really exist the soul?<br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" ></span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" >Today, many people tell me that this is the natural process of when one grows up. That this happens to everybody and that is simply normal. That life, the years, the past of time makes you grow up. And me, that since some years ago I don't find any sense to anything, I ask: Grow up? for what? What is the sense of this? After asking this many times, I have only found one answer. Growing up is to figure out that the death is every day closer.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" > </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I remember a sentence of the book <span style="font-weight: bold;">Where the heart leads you</span>: "If life has a sense-will tell you the voice- the sense is the death, all the other things just spin arround her. What a discover, that must die everyody knows. It is true, with our brain all we know that, but to know it with our mind it a totally different thing that to know it with our heart."<br /><em><span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" ></span></em></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">At some point, I don't remember when, I know with the heart that the meaning of life is the death.<br /><em><span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" ></span></em></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />And that day I began to die.</span><br /><em><span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" ></span></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-20580015932015734462008-11-20T22:22:00.004+01:002008-11-20T22:39:54.969+01:00Little Martina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVSd9FB_6SMaCNkvefJMHgjLiZnR3NGLdYvItyvXJrtVNV5xkua6EO2yqpRTQEBv4mO-7uaMuwPE6k3TlDBg9C9azJsBkTxGMr1xT6VpL9jL37k4YtmOcRrzGqBkzllSoRSCw3TD2BqM/s1600-h/martina+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVSd9FB_6SMaCNkvefJMHgjLiZnR3NGLdYvItyvXJrtVNV5xkua6EO2yqpRTQEBv4mO-7uaMuwPE6k3TlDBg9C9azJsBkTxGMr1xT6VpL9jL37k4YtmOcRrzGqBkzllSoRSCw3TD2BqM/s320/martina+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270853588203060354" border="0" /></a><pre><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Oh, where little Martina?<br />Over yonder she stands.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />Rifle on her shoulder,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />Six-shooter in her hand.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">How can I ever stand it,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Just to see them two blue eyes,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Shinin' like some diamonds,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Like some diamonds in the sky.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Well, it's march me away to the station</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">With my suitcase in my hand.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />Yes, march me away to the station,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm off to some far-distant land.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /><br />Sometimes I have a nickel,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And sometimes I have a dime.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Sometimes I have ten dollars,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Just to pay for little </span><span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Martina</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">'s milk.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Pretty flowers are made for blooming,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Pretty stars are made to shine.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />Pretty girls are made for boy's love,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Little </span><span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Martina</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> was made for us.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></span><br /></pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1