Ví, en un momento,
mi universo que es el tuyo.
Y en una pupila se refleja un mundo
que no es tuyo ni es mío
sino nuestro.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Rephresh White Discharge
Reflection ... My tattoo and I
Ví, en un momento,
mi universo que es el tuyo.
Y en una pupila se refleja un mundo
que no es tuyo ni es mío
sino nuestro.
Ví, en un momento,
mi universo que es el tuyo.
Y en una pupila se refleja un mundo
que no es tuyo ni es mío
sino nuestro.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Capillaries Burst Easily
I Will Survive ...
Para esa persona que creyó que me tendría siempre a su lado :P.
First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me
Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive
It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me
Para esa persona que creyó que me tendría siempre a su lado :P.
First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me
Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive
It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me
| Your Inner Child Is Surprised |
 Many Things You see-through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're cynical or jaded Rarely. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily Fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things. |
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A rarity ... I love Calvin
hardly remember this picture. It is a long time ... Believe it or not, was very unhappy.
hardly remember this picture. It is a long time ... Believe it or not, was very unhappy.
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What We Are, we choose to be.
Nuala, in The Kindly Ones
What we are, what we choose. Nuala
in The Kindly
I Could Never Be an angel ... again Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained.
Lucifer, in Season of Mists
will never again be an angel ... Innocence, once lost, can not recover.
Lucifer, in Season of Mists
When you dream, Sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.
Dream, in Brief Lives
When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake up, ever forget.
Dream, in Brief Lives
- Um. What's the name of the word for the Same Things Being Not always. You know. There is one I'm sure. Is not there? There Must be a word for it ... The Thing That lets you know time is happening. Is There a word?
- Change.
Delirium and Dream, in Brief Lives
- Um. What is the name of the word for things that are not always the same? You know. I'm sure one exists. Is not that right? Must have a word for it .. the thing that lets you know that time is passing. Is there a word?
- Change.
Delirium and Dream, in Brief Lives
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Corpse Bride
It Was Many and Many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden
Whom Lived There May you know the name of
By ANNABEL LEE; -
And this maiden she Lived with No Other Thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, In her sepulcher
There by the sea - In her tomb
by the side of the sea. I have not
It Was Many and Many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden
Whom Lived There May you know the name of
By ANNABEL LEE; -
And this maiden she Lived with No Other Thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, In her sepulcher
There by the sea - In her tomb
by the side of the sea. I have not
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
How Many Calories Are In White American Cheese
As compensation .... I promise never
drawing. I'm starting to write again, but I can not draw, and do not know why. The last time was so long ago that I have barely aware of having done so. And anyway, is an era that desperately try to forget. I suppose that, little by little, as I heal all those wounds that I still, will emerge again all those things I keep inside.
Today I made some old drawings of mine (well, one is a copy of my favorite picture of Luis Royo) and I shot for them online and have them here.
drawing. I'm starting to write again, but I can not draw, and do not know why. The last time was so long ago that I have barely aware of having done so. And anyway, is an era that desperately try to forget. I suppose that, little by little, as I heal all those wounds that I still, will emerge again all those things I keep inside.
Today I made some old drawings of mine (well, one is a copy of my favorite picture of Luis Royo) and I shot for them online and have them here.
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