Somepeople fall in love and touch the sky
Somepeople fall in love and find Quicksand !

28 mayo, 2011

26 mayo, 2011

And in this moment i am Happy... happy!

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a back lit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here

The world's a roller coaster
And I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
But my hands are busy in the air saying:

I wish you were here
I wish you were

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here

Shut up when i'm talking to you !

























I cannot take this anymore I'm saying everything I've said before All these words they make no sense I find bliss in ignorance Less I hear the less you'll say But you'll find that out anyway
Just like before... Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to breathe Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I find the answers aren't so clear Wish I could find a way to disappear All these thoughts they make no sense I find bliss in ignorance Nothing seems to go away Over and over again
Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to breathe Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break Shut up when I'm talking to you Shut up, shut up, shut up (2x) I’m about to break! Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to breathe Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break

07 mayo, 2011

$h*!

Pero cuando te das cuenta de que ya es tarde y no hay más por hacer.. en ese instante todo se pudrirá, porque no te habrás dado cuenta y ya tendrás 80 y no sabrás que hacer, no, no tendrás que hacer, como remediarlo, porque de todos modos lo hecho, hecho está y quien sabe que es lo que pasará..