Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable?
Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
Rob Gordon.
lunes, 20 de octubre de 2008
miércoles, 15 de octubre de 2008
Ashes
And then I realized that ashes were just ashes. I remembered how absurd had been trying to get back from the past, I remembered its taste on the lonely mouths that I once met in some party when, looking for magic, I only found sadness and cigarettes smoke.
martes, 1 de julio de 2008
That I would be good even in spite of me
To make such an openly optimistic statement, these days and in spite of all the odds, like Alanis did in “That I Would be Good”, it’s quite inspiring and amazingly encouraging, and it helps me believe that not only I should keep believing, or never lose my faith, but that I would be good, that no matter what, I would be good.
martes, 17 de junio de 2008
Clumsiness
I try to tell her with my body what I feel
but I'm too clumsy and my body doesn't say anything so I hug her and try not to cry but my stupid body can't do anything right and I have to let her go before tears start wetting my eyes.
but I'm too clumsy and my body doesn't say anything so I hug her and try not to cry but my stupid body can't do anything right and I have to let her go before tears start wetting my eyes.
Will you?
I’m gonna pack my feelings in a rucksack and leave with them
You will never see me again
You will never hear me again
You will never feel me again
You will never talk to me again
You will never hear or say my name again
Will you ever think of me again?
You will never see me again
You will never hear me again
You will never feel me again
You will never talk to me again
You will never hear or say my name again
Will you ever think of me again?
miércoles, 30 de abril de 2008
viernes, 25 de abril de 2008
She
She is bigger than herself
she is a myth I once believed in
she is made out of monsters and butterflies
she is not an Is anymore
she is a was
and sometimes I wish...a will be.
she is a myth I once believed in
she is made out of monsters and butterflies
she is not an Is anymore
she is a was
and sometimes I wish...a will be.
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