miércoles, 27 de mayo de 2009
Death
Unexpected and silently crawling up on our lives every second... Death is expected...There's no running away.
Rush of Blood to the Head...
" Said Im gonna buy this place and burn it down
Im gonna put it six feet underground
said Im gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls
Oh Im gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your hearts desires
Because Im gonna buy this place and see it burn
Do back the things it did to you in return "
Im gonna put it six feet underground
said Im gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls
Oh Im gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your hearts desires
Because Im gonna buy this place and see it burn
Do back the things it did to you in return "
viernes, 22 de mayo de 2009
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..."Come, dearie, near me so you can hear me,
I've got to whisper this softly.
For though I'm burning to shout my yearning,
the words come tiptoein' off me.
Oh, come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day...
Darling my darling, 'tis all I can say.
Just come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day...
Give me your lips and don't take them away..."
I've got to whisper this softly.
For though I'm burning to shout my yearning,
the words come tiptoein' off me.
Oh, come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day...
Darling my darling, 'tis all I can say.
Just come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day...
Give me your lips and don't take them away..."
miércoles, 20 de mayo de 2009
sábado, 16 de mayo de 2009
jueves, 14 de mayo de 2009
Rainy Day, Dream Away...

What is it about a rainy day that gets to me so hard?
I have never been able to describe the feeling I get from the sound
of rain marching like soldiers on a rooftop or the particular smell of droplets
dancing on the still earth.
The way the silver clouds cover up the bright sun and make the world a
magical and solemn place to me. The presence of that tempestuous yet still cold
and soft breeze.
How the cold touch of a droplet can take me back to a better place and fill me
up with memories, or the nostalgic feeling I get from looking at a silver sky.
The way I get lost in my own little thought world by feeling the cold breeze
caressing the back of my neck.
The amazing stillness that tells you it's about to rain and the automatic desire
to slip in my most comfortable pijamas and listen to classical music while reading
and eating lucky charms and maybe on a good day to watch a sad movie.
The thing is, I think I was born to feel good in such weather, instead of complaining
when the sun takes a break, I smile and feel like fading away.
martes, 12 de mayo de 2009
You Knew It All Along
They say we all come to this life with a purpose,some never know what it is they have to do,
some try and try until they find what it is,
but some special beings don't only know it, but they
feel what it is they are supposed to do.
You knew it, you went for your dreams and lived
what you loved doing. You were a ballerina.
But you might not know that your life had a greater
purpose, and it was that of touching people's lives
without even knowing you did.
You will always be one of a kind in my heart for I
had never met someone so full of love like you were.
Thanks Tia Eli for being not only my ballet teacher
but a life example.
Love,
Maria
PS:. Rest in peace
Laughing, Joking and Messing Around and About...

As I watch them all laugh, joke and mess around and about, I feel lonelier than ever.
I think and wonder, will I ever fit in with them? or will I ever want to fit in with them?
Truth is I like the laughs and the jokes and the messing around but they are all a cover up, they cover up the sad thoughts, the lonely smiles and the empty hugs.
Nobody knows, because nobody is interested enough to find out what lies beneath the sarcasm
and the laughs. Nobody wants to stick around long enough to see me in my true element, in the darkest one.
Something that I keep thinking to myself is that maybe those who laugh and joke through life will someday become exhausted of lying to the world.
Laughing and joking and messing around and about is not a horrid thing at all, but there is some danger to it. You might never notice the beauty that lies only in silence and in sadness.
In sadness our sincere feelings come afloat and so do the thoughts that we try so hard to sink.
Laughs and jokes and messing around and about don't let you wander off in the hidden forests of your mind, so for once, just shut up and listen at the only risk of finding yourself.
sábado, 2 de mayo de 2009
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