Hoy, 31 de Enero 2011




jueves, 31 de marzo de 2011

C´e bien

You know how you say something over and over and the words start to sound weird. Going to be just fine, just fine, just fine, just fine.
                                                                   Holly Flax, The Office

martes, 29 de marzo de 2011

I’m  almost  never  serious,  and  I’m  always  too  serious.  Too deep,  too  shallow. Too  sensitive,  too cold  hearted.  I’m  like  a collection  of  paradoxes.
Ferdinand von Schrubentauffrt

Noi sempre?

Chiave...vetato chiave

-Some locks are not meant to be open.-

Tu baúl emocional guarda tres pisos atiborrados de explosiones
Pon el cerrojo con llave y asegura de hacerlo bien
No lo abras, no lo mires, y olvida lo que has guardado en el

Hoy has decidido hacerte el valiente y girar la traba
Haz dejado salir todo de un soplón y de soplo me ha llegado a mí…
¿Por qué? ¿Por qué ahora?

Me has dejado tambaleante
Mis ojos se intentan derretir y llueve en mis mejillas
No sé qué malas trae ni que buenas lleva

Mi baúl emocional brilla a la distancia
El cerrojo me ha guiñado
Queda el ático… queda aún el ático.

La encrucijada muestra su cara
Enigma y paradoja atónita
Sombra gris, sombra negra

La pared
Guardar tus explosiones
Sepultar un desierto robado 
Mi ático emocional
Dos trancas y un perno
Nada que abatir

La espada espera
Afilada y hambrienta
Valor desea y corage refleja
Siempre dispuesta
Cargar la batalla
Lidiar las heridas.

Siamo tutti supereroi

Dreams, kisses and sunshine
Scatter the joy
Even if your back´s in pain
Over all the weight your shoulders hold
Dreams, kisses and sunshine
Scatter the joy...
Toca la nota Sol que despierta todo y no me dejes morir.

Quiero, quiero
Existir dentro de tus sueños
Sobrevivir a tus recuerdos
Vivir en tus anhelos...

Las afueras del Cielo

-As much as I believe, the sky is the far away land of heaven.
The sky is everywhere, but that doesn´t make everywhere into heaven.-

Hey Mr. Arm-steel: How's "this" for muchness?

Stupidity may never be madness at all.
Alice can walk through Wonderland and unchain the secret of secrets.
While for the rest, stupidity still be waiting on the hangover reality.
There are times I believe I am Alice in Wonderland, I used to be much more..."muchier." I've lost my muchness. Why is it I am always too small or too tall? Sometimes I believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Just with a though, only If you believe it is, and the impossible has gone to the possible! Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so. I am entirely bunkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are
And then as much as that I say: “I make the path” not the way around….

domingo, 27 de marzo de 2011

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
To dream, to live in the world of dreams.
The Sputnik Sweetheart -Haruki Murakami

We've come in peace

Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.


I wanna believe on reincarnation
Where all matter is left behind
Souls and spirits running free
Immortals thousand years old
Still, reborn and crawl ahead
Making all the way, and once again

Endless life beyond what meets the eye…


sábado, 26 de marzo de 2011

Si tan solo hubiera una pizca de cerebro en mi...

Your touch
I am soulless... my entire essence has fled my body.
Heavy, heart aching; with imprison tears that won’t come out.
I stand held high even though…
A crumbled life and stained memories, that’s all I got.
And you? Lie to me and tell me I am too, a stain on your heart.

viernes, 25 de marzo de 2011

I´ll should be gettin high just to balance out the lows.

I just think that some things are meant to be broken, imperfect, chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.
Sarah Dessen

Heavenly H2O

-The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history-
Lemony Snicket

Magic momentum

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.
The Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami

Morire per VIVERE...

"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
                                            The Bell Jar --Sylvia Plath

jueves, 24 de marzo de 2011

...TURQUOISE Princess

Who could have guess that dreams and trends are not that far apart.
When trends meet dreams, you are left with the feeling of wearing the sea and the sand under your skirt just to find out that you are actually gliding on a Zuahir Murad dress.

lunes, 21 de marzo de 2011

Farytale dreams

There was a dream, the dream of l'indépendance et du glamour : Sans liens et riche de la jeunesse.