pero me ha enamorado.Es de Serj Tankian.
Have you disappeared
with all of life shining upon you?
Into the brightness of today.
You encircle me room to room
Partaking of your grace...
My heart is intrepidation
for I have a bit of fear.
Though I am filled with love
for your presence...
You tease me like a virgin maiden
galloping around.
Showing me your autonomous capabilities.
I love you
for you are my teacher.
You have taught me much
in the small presence
of a mini second.
More than a world
of physical knowledge.
I had the opportunity to
lightly cares you.
And for that I am a billion times grateful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYDMiLnmjRo&list=PL8FAE6469A3AAE6BE
12.31.2012
12.30.2012
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I won't waste your time anymore. I like how I was before being with him. So closed, and proud. I hate people, he knows. He gave me the chance to love another world that wasn't mine. I stopped loving myself. I feel so lonely without him, I'm sure he knows, but I don't regret. I've learned a big amount of things that I've never found interesting at all. I swallowed my pride again and again, specially when I heard my thoughts were stupid. I always hated going out and spending a lot in alcohol, I hated going to dance, I hated speaking about cars. But the only thing that made me feel well was him. He was so cute.
Nowadays I wonder why it took me that long to realize I wasn't happy doing these things. I remember when I though to travel with him and pay him an hotel. I remember when I gave him mi NDS. I remember drawing his face with watercolors and feeling so happy.
Those things I like, I left them apart, as my pride, just for being with him (even the music!...). And that things called hobbies, I did it when I was alone. But I felt well, because I loved him even more than myself. I did love him that much that I can't stop crying thinking in my feeling's decay. I wasted myself expecting to hear him speaking well of me. I expected a lot of things and now I have the footprints in my heart. It pains.
I know he loved me a lot, I know. I really hope he will be happy soon, I hope he forget these feelings. I want him to smile and be even happier than he had been with me.
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And I lost in the sadness of his eyes. I can't love him anymore, but I still love him. My pride provides me my own happiness and my own disgrace. I hate myself for driving him that pain inside.
Nowadays I wonder why it took me that long to realize I wasn't happy doing these things. I remember when I though to travel with him and pay him an hotel. I remember when I gave him mi NDS. I remember drawing his face with watercolors and feeling so happy.
Those things I like, I left them apart, as my pride, just for being with him (even the music!...). And that things called hobbies, I did it when I was alone. But I felt well, because I loved him even more than myself. I did love him that much that I can't stop crying thinking in my feeling's decay. I wasted myself expecting to hear him speaking well of me. I expected a lot of things and now I have the footprints in my heart. It pains.
I know he loved me a lot, I know. I really hope he will be happy soon, I hope he forget these feelings. I want him to smile and be even happier than he had been with me.
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And I lost in the sadness of his eyes. I can't love him anymore, but I still love him. My pride provides me my own happiness and my own disgrace. I hate myself for driving him that pain inside.
12.26.2012
Sun's smile.
I'm sad. It seems I want something I can't afford. Well, I desire it even though I'm not sure I deserve it.
I want to feel the warm embrace of the sun's smile. I want to go bed whit an sleepy angel of crystal.
I can't tell what's true, and what's forsaken in my head. However, I promise I pray to be worthy of your smile.
I want to feel the warm embrace of the sun's smile. I want to go bed whit an sleepy angel of crystal.
I can't tell what's true, and what's forsaken in my head. However, I promise I pray to be worthy of your smile.
12.25.2012
NDNO
A mí no me vá, y esque no se me dá bien en estos momentos, expresar mis
sentimientos. Pues desde crío soy muy mío, y de lo ajeno no me fío. Y
antes de tener un lío no digo ni pío.
Tío, he notao que los temas de amor, por ahorrarme dolor, por que no haya un error, mejor me callo. Así sabré que mío no es el fallo, que me conozco, y sé que luego con estas cosas me rayo.
Tío, he notao que los temas de amor, por ahorrarme dolor, por que no haya un error, mejor me callo. Así sabré que mío no es el fallo, que me conozco, y sé que luego con estas cosas me rayo.
¿No crees que somos extraordinarios? La vida es maravillosa, y nosotros podemos darnos cuenta. No me extraña que haya creencias en dioses, la belleza del mundo es inexplicable. Una lástima que todo ahora sea tan corrupto, tan gris.
Son preciosos nuestros ojos, los que contemplan las ondas de la hierba con el viento. Son preciosas nuestras pieles, cálidas en la orilla de un mar de sueños. La Luna gigante se ve tan pequeña sobre nuestra cabeza.
¿Alguna vez seremos libres? Nosotros somos capaces de darnos cuenta de cuando estamos siendo encadenados, a diferencia de los animales. Los grilletes dejan huellas en mis piernas. Tan sólo recibiendo pan y agua, privándome de mi orgullo. Y como persona que soy, y que aún no ha caído en el mundo gris, pienso morder las cadenas y llevármelas como recuerdo, mientras rindo culto a mi propia diosa.
Y como esto está quedando un poco hippie, terminaré con un paz y amor.
Son preciosos nuestros ojos, los que contemplan las ondas de la hierba con el viento. Son preciosas nuestras pieles, cálidas en la orilla de un mar de sueños. La Luna gigante se ve tan pequeña sobre nuestra cabeza.
¿Alguna vez seremos libres? Nosotros somos capaces de darnos cuenta de cuando estamos siendo encadenados, a diferencia de los animales. Los grilletes dejan huellas en mis piernas. Tan sólo recibiendo pan y agua, privándome de mi orgullo. Y como persona que soy, y que aún no ha caído en el mundo gris, pienso morder las cadenas y llevármelas como recuerdo, mientras rindo culto a mi propia diosa.
Y como esto está quedando un poco hippie, terminaré con un paz y amor.
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