sometimes songs become my only link with the emotions that I keep deep. I was dragged to pieces distant past, to certain stories and help me relive the moment. but best of all, I only know the meaning I want to give, it's like a secret no one else will know.
tobalaba I like to walk when it starts to get dark and I can forget for a moment any concerns while the songs are faster on my mp3. it seems that the words unspoken and unfinished stories and do not matter much, then I tend to think that I can laugh about everything and nothing is too serious.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Hot Wheels Collection
fleurlupin @ 2008-04-07T21: 50:00
Sunday, April 6, 2008
How To Treat Epidermal Cysts
fleurlupin @ 2008-04-06T18: 19:00
to deserted beaches,
today I close my book
of dead hours. I
clay birds. I
clay birds and flew away.
For if time drags me
to deserted beaches, today rejected the baseness
of abandonment and grief.
Not a blank page more.
feel the wonder of a lonely bystander. The maps
I miss.
leaves for sailing.
Now the wind blows, when the sea
stayed away long ago.
no longer climb the hill
brings me to your house.
my dog no longer sleeps next to your candela.
In the corners of the nest time feelings.
clay birds today are trying to fly. In the valleys
I get lost on the road
sleep.
Now the wind blows.
When the sea was away for some time.
When I have a boat, oars or guitar.
When the nightingale does not sing in the morning.
Now the wind blows.
When the sea was away for some time. In the valleys
I get lost on the road
sleep.
clay birds (Manolo García)
For if time drags meto deserted beaches,
today I close my book
of dead hours. I
clay birds. I
clay birds and flew away.
For if time drags me
to deserted beaches, today rejected the baseness
of abandonment and grief.
Not a blank page more.
feel the wonder of a lonely bystander. The maps
I miss.
leaves for sailing.
Now the wind blows, when the sea
stayed away long ago.
no longer climb the hill
brings me to your house.
my dog no longer sleeps next to your candela.
In the corners of the nest time feelings.
clay birds today are trying to fly. In the valleys
I get lost on the road
sleep.
Now the wind blows.
When the sea was away for some time.
When I have a boat, oars or guitar.
When the nightingale does not sing in the morning.
Now the wind blows.
When the sea was away for some time. In the valleys
I get lost on the road
sleep.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Pack De Fotos De Kates Playground
fleurlupin @ 2008-04-05T23: 22:00
is delightful to feel that I was swells the heart every time I think about it. And smile when I walk across the street. Find meaning in every love song I hear. Call a friend just to tell him. Remember your eyes with as much detail as possible.
I know, maybe you just build castles in the air, but what if I limit myself to live this moment and the emotions that today I feel?
I'm content with keeping moments without thinking about what could happen ... the end of the day, you can never have complete control of the situation. now I'm content with little, now I live in the present .-
is delightful to feel that I was swells the heart every time I think about it. And smile when I walk across the street. Find meaning in every love song I hear. Call a friend just to tell him. Remember your eyes with as much detail as possible.
I know, maybe you just build castles in the air, but what if I limit myself to live this moment and the emotions that today I feel?
I'm content with keeping moments without thinking about what could happen ... the end of the day, you can never have complete control of the situation. now I'm content with little, now I live in the present .-
Friday, April 4, 2008
Adult Strabismus Surgery Blog
fleurlupin @ 2008-04-04T17: 45:00
The first time I read this poem in an essay in the middle third PSU with that teacher who had something special, I did not know how to define. He soon became a very important person, him or unwittingly influenced much in my life. Always listening to you carefully, always mindful of even the smallest details. A strange times our conversations about life, literature, music, dreams, trips we wanted to do, so many things ... But do not feel homesick, I just stick with a nice flavor of the day. Above all, I'll take everything I learned from him and his philosophy of life. ~
ITHACA (Constantine Cavafy)
When you go on the trip to Ithaca
that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
At Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, The angry Poseidon
fear not,
such things will never find in your path, remains high
if your thinking, if a select
thrill your spirit and your body seizes.
At Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, and the fierce Poseidon
not find,
in your soul if you do not carry,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
that the road is long.
there be many summer mornings when with much
said, how happy you enter ports
never seen:
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
amber and ebony, ivory and coral, and sensual perfumes
of all kinds, the more abundant
sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and learn from the wise.
always in your mind have to Ithaca.
arrive there is your destiny.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
better than last for many years
old and anchor at the island, rich with all
gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth.
Ithaka gave you the beautiful voyage.
Without it had not crossed our path.
She has nothing to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka has not deceived you. Wise
and came to be, with so much experience, and have understood
the Ithaca what they mean.
The first time I read this poem in an essay in the middle third PSU with that teacher who had something special, I did not know how to define. He soon became a very important person, him or unwittingly influenced much in my life. Always listening to you carefully, always mindful of even the smallest details. A strange times our conversations about life, literature, music, dreams, trips we wanted to do, so many things ... But do not feel homesick, I just stick with a nice flavor of the day. Above all, I'll take everything I learned from him and his philosophy of life. ~
ITHACA (Constantine Cavafy)
When you go on the trip to Ithaca
that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
At Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, The angry Poseidon
fear not,
such things will never find in your path, remains high
if your thinking, if a select
thrill your spirit and your body seizes.
At Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, and the fierce Poseidon
not find,
in your soul if you do not carry,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
that the road is long.
there be many summer mornings when with much
said, how happy you enter ports
never seen:
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
amber and ebony, ivory and coral, and sensual perfumes
of all kinds, the more abundant
sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and learn from the wise.
always in your mind have to Ithaca.
arrive there is your destiny.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
better than last for many years
old and anchor at the island, rich with all
gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth.
Ithaka gave you the beautiful voyage.
Without it had not crossed our path.
She has nothing to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka has not deceived you. Wise
and came to be, with so much experience, and have understood
the Ithaca what they mean.
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