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domingo, mayo 23, 2010

runaway


Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane, never to return again. I don't know what she is made of, I would like to be that brave.

domingo, mayo 02, 2010

Beautiful.


















The time is right, I'm gonna pack my bags,
And take that journey down the road
Cause over the mountains I see the bright sun shining
And I want to live inside the glow.

I wanna go to a place where I am nothing and everything
That exists between here and nowhere
I wanna go to a place where time has no consequences
The sky opens to my prayers.

I wanna go to a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...

Please understand
That it's not that I don't care
But right know these walls are closing in on me

I love you more than I love life itself
But I need to find a place where I can breathe,
I can breathe

I wanna go to place were I can hold the intangible
And let go of the pain with all my might

I wanna go to a place where I am suspended in ecstasy
Somewhere between dark and light,
Where wrong becomes right.

I wanna go to a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
I wanna go to a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...

domingo, abril 18, 2010

Imperfect calm


Aunque extraño a muchas personas y lugares, aunque mi vida cambió totalmente este año, creo que también me están pasando cosas buenas; y después de todo por algo pasan, supongo que la forma en que yo me imagino que tiene que ser todo evidentemente no es la que rige mi vida, gracias a los problemas y a las situaciones difíciles que me toca atravesar a veces, encuentro fuerza que no sabía que tenía, crezco y también voy cambiando, madurando de a poco. No me quejo de lo que me está tocando vivir porque sé que es el camino que tengo que transitar para en algún momento, ser y estar mejor.

sábado, abril 10, 2010

Art

We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how we are feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something. A thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met. Maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours.