Oh how I feel the same as the pictures sometimes...
domingo, 28 de junio de 2009
lunes, 22 de junio de 2009
Favorite song ever... Take you on a Cruise - Interpol, favorite band of all times...
I'm timeless like a broken watch,I make money like Fred Astaire. I see that you've come to resist me, I'm a pitbull in time. The pretence is not what restricts me,It's the circles inside. The anatomy of kisses and a teacher who tries,Who knows how we'll disappear. Would you like to be my missus,And in future with child? You know that we can't get back from here.We can get away. Baby don't you try to find me.Baby don't you try to fight. Baby don't you try to find me.Baby, it will be all right. Along the way...Tears drown in the wake of delight. There's nothing like this built today.You'll never see a finer ship in your life.We sail todayTears drown in the wake of delight.There's nothing like this built todayYou'll never see a finer shipOr receive a better tip in your life.I am the scavenger...Between the sheets of union.Lately I can't tell for sure,whether machines turn anyone.I am the scavenger...Between the sheets of union.Lately I can't tell for sure,If the machines turn anyone.Lady don't you try to find me.Lady there is no need to fight.Lady don't you try to find me.Baby it will be all right.We sail today...Tears will drown in the wake of delight.There's nothing like this built today.You'll never see a finer ship in your life.Along the way...The sea will crowd us with lovers at night.There's nothing like this built today.You'll never see a finer ship,Or receive a better tip in your life.I see that you've come to resist me...I'm a pitbull in time.White Goddess, Red Goddess,Black temptress of the sea, you treat me right.Black Goddess, Red Goddess,White temptress of the sea, you treat me right.Oh my love we are sailing to NorwayOh my love we're leaving tonight.
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
sábado, 20 de junio de 2009
jueves, 11 de junio de 2009
A veces
A veces me levanto y pienso en todas esas cosas que me dan miedo. A veces quisiera no sentir esa inseguridad. A veces no quisiera sentir fragilidad de perderlo todo. A veces solo pienso... A veces siento volar directo al precipicio, siento volar de regreso al cielo, siento la brisa del mar siento el relampago de la tormenta, siento el sol brillar, tan seguro, tan persistente, sin dudar... A veces solo pienso... En ti... A veces no quisiera ver mis lagrimas, a veces no quisiera llorar por dentro, quisiera evitarme la molestia de explicar lo que siento. Decir mil palabras o entenderlo todo con una mirada... Hacer mil preguntas o esperar las respuestas... Decir lo que pienso, o pensar lo que digo... naturalidad o perfeccion... soñar o ser realista... impulsos o control... esperar... o no esperar...
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