Thy heaven and mine
walked in quiet solitude before without emotions.
Before your arrival I was quiet empty.
When did this change?
when I started to care?
This intense agony nosaber I think to meditate.
In these cold and cloudy days,
you feel them warm and clear. Nightly
your sky and contemplate our conversations my
and although the distance even want to make exceptions,
can feel the emotions.
among us still breathes an air of doubt,
my fears haunt my immense desire to have you,
deleted my hands sometimes what I would tell you.
In my arms I just want Busting .....
but I remain silent because they do not begin to express yourself as .........
Monday, September 25, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
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People looking for people
And to those crying women,
Who will tell? That
are more beautiful when it rains
,
and dawn approaches,
at night on the roses, raving
by weather, and hours
past nine
And those simple men, Who
tell them? Not everything
yellow leaves with the sun,
or sentiment, which is strong brick
who does not dance with the wind,
within the heart.
And many people with dark hair,
Who will tell? That
between my dreams and your troubles,
end so tired
falling asleep convinced
drawing further, knowing that their sounds
,
are songs of the past. And these men
sad
What say? Who will tell
jokes on cold nights?.
you forget to listen, we get a phone
cysts,
you no longer wanted to fight
now live with an empty heart.
And if after all you still want to figure
listen,
looking good in the dark night.
but only when it rains,
and moisten your eyes,
looking for adventure. Put the roses
soak for nine hours have passed.
And to those crying women,
Who will tell? That
are more beautiful when it rains
,
and dawn approaches,
at night on the roses, raving
by weather, and hours
past nine
And those simple men, Who
tell them? Not everything
yellow leaves with the sun,
or sentiment, which is strong brick
who does not dance with the wind,
within the heart.
And many people with dark hair,
Who will tell? That
between my dreams and your troubles,
end so tired
falling asleep convinced
drawing further, knowing that their sounds
,
are songs of the past. And these men
sad
What say? Who will tell
jokes on cold nights?.
you forget to listen, we get a phone
cysts,
you no longer wanted to fight
now live with an empty heart.
And if after all you still want to figure
listen,
looking good in the dark night.
but only when it rains,
and moisten your eyes,
looking for adventure. Put the roses
soak for nine hours have passed.
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Paradise
will walk again, until sunrise,
to have sun,
that I'm too tight.
at night not so cold,
a few blocks dawn
sitting here,
on the River.
crossed so many walls, and so much hope
had no place to hide,
so long were their spears ...
a shadow and an idea,
a few hours,
you go to your heaven.
A couple of hours,
a shadow and an idea,
debris, other pumps,
"Amen", you say?, So be it ...
will walk again, until sunrise,
to have sun,
that I'm too tight.
at night not so cold,
a few blocks dawn
sitting here,
on the River.
crossed so many walls, and so much hope
had no place to hide,
so long were their spears ...
a shadow and an idea,
a few hours,
you go to your heaven.
A couple of hours,
a shadow and an idea,
debris, other pumps,
"Amen", you say?, So be it ...
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now she idly
A little happier
walk now.
With his head held high,
not care what
say it.
had her daughter,
smiling forever
when she smiles,
also his mother.
From crazy to die,
alone at other
crazy, in that sad room,
sad so many windows
like drops Rain,
that crossed the glasses were never ...
many times have you said
and how little you stop.
A little happier
walk now.
With his head held high,
not care what
say it.
had her daughter,
smiling forever
when she smiles,
also his mother.
From crazy to die,
alone at other
crazy, in that sad room,
sad so many windows
like drops Rain,
that crossed the glasses were never ...
many times have you said
and how little you stop.
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... time will bring new memories,
cold nights with stars,
long days with their stories,
many beautiful things and so many beautiful things ...
cold nights with stars,
long days with their stories,
many beautiful things and so many beautiful things ...
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Borderline Personality Disorder
hard to believe ......... And the state
And it is still hard to believe that with just a word I do feel different,
make me feel!
How much distance is that I feel you beside me, tell me
you, as you explain that just now my nights are for you, I do
Devote your memory in the day and the desire to want to hold you. Dimelo
you, like your whims
stand and also tell me how each day more of you live alone.
and it is still difficult believe .........
q
And it is still hard to believe that with just a word I do feel different,
make me feel!
How much distance is that I feel you beside me, tell me
you, as you explain that just now my nights are for you, I do
Devote your memory in the day and the desire to want to hold you. Dimelo
you, like your whims
stand and also tell me how each day more of you live alone.
and it is still difficult believe .........
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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elusive (letter to two steppe)
Loneliness live each one goes beyond an elusive fish, goes beyond refuge in your studies, going beyond .....
may not reach an adjective describing the state or the word I'm q,
is being without the presence, that loneliness that you realize that you cover these but with the illusion that far .....
That illusion that just wait to see how much more is still alive, but rather seems to not follow the illusion that one is dying, that never was and I was just the simple fact of being bored as usual, or alone, because everyone thinks you're the super social q but still having friends do not always fills you completely, because even though you know you love and care for you you still feel alone, it is a loneliness and even make your friend, but like any friend sometimes sucks.
Holding on wishful thinking is usually a good method, without guilt, without restrictions, duties, in conclusion ... nothing.
Holding on to also wishful thinking is often a risk, a risk that until these muddy up the neck you do not realize that is no longer a mere illusion, and worst of all is when you do not know if: it is still whimsical illusion, or maybe it's your ego that does not want to lose, or perhaps they realize is that without you and began to import that person and you realize that these fucking the situation trying to finish every day because everything was better when all was more free, when you did not care, when they needed it to be quiet every night, and now when even I wonder how, or you just are glad to see him happy, just to see, or know you are going to q see, it fills.
But what hurts most is that at the very end you realize that you cling to, just to realize you're still not alone and that this situation does not change, has not changed, and at least a few years not change.
Everyone knows what you have, each account without realizing it in the mail, when you ask how are you or just in a very brave coward or maybe in your msn nickname, behind the lyrics, or sentences of some writer who now felt like you feel, because I dance too huayno someone over their pieces of necrotic heart and even spider webs, and to top danced badly, and after all to make it more enjoyable (because it is melancholy huayno ) was made to dance to Daddy Yankee for the reggaeton is fashionable.
MIGHT because there lies the elusive state, or just be another excuse to continue with this loneliness q and sometimes seems to be your way of being obsessive ................ and who understands you? and who understands us? who?
In the days when God and his promises of a better world, or your family with your eternal support, or your friends with your mad hope, fill you up, when the thirst is not quenched, when hunger does not subside, when loneliness is not appeased, not appeased, not appeased.
maybe .......... maybe .............
Loneliness live each one goes beyond an elusive fish, goes beyond refuge in your studies, going beyond .....
may not reach an adjective describing the state or the word I'm q,
is being without the presence, that loneliness that you realize that you cover these but with the illusion that far .....
That illusion that just wait to see how much more is still alive, but rather seems to not follow the illusion that one is dying, that never was and I was just the simple fact of being bored as usual, or alone, because everyone thinks you're the super social q but still having friends do not always fills you completely, because even though you know you love and care for you you still feel alone, it is a loneliness and even make your friend, but like any friend sometimes sucks.
Holding on wishful thinking is usually a good method, without guilt, without restrictions, duties, in conclusion ... nothing.
Holding on to also wishful thinking is often a risk, a risk that until these muddy up the neck you do not realize that is no longer a mere illusion, and worst of all is when you do not know if: it is still whimsical illusion, or maybe it's your ego that does not want to lose, or perhaps they realize is that without you and began to import that person and you realize that these fucking the situation trying to finish every day because everything was better when all was more free, when you did not care, when they needed it to be quiet every night, and now when even I wonder how, or you just are glad to see him happy, just to see, or know you are going to q see, it fills.
But what hurts most is that at the very end you realize that you cling to, just to realize you're still not alone and that this situation does not change, has not changed, and at least a few years not change.
Everyone knows what you have, each account without realizing it in the mail, when you ask how are you or just in a very brave coward or maybe in your msn nickname, behind the lyrics, or sentences of some writer who now felt like you feel, because I dance too huayno someone over their pieces of necrotic heart and even spider webs, and to top danced badly, and after all to make it more enjoyable (because it is melancholy huayno ) was made to dance to Daddy Yankee for the reggaeton is fashionable.
MIGHT because there lies the elusive state, or just be another excuse to continue with this loneliness q and sometimes seems to be your way of being obsessive ................ and who understands you? and who understands us? who?
In the days when God and his promises of a better world, or your family with your eternal support, or your friends with your mad hope, fill you up, when the thirst is not quenched, when hunger does not subside, when loneliness is not appeased, not appeased, not appeased.
maybe .......... maybe .............
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