me vuelvo impaciente
cuando llega el amanecer
absorvo todos los tés de
todas las tardes.

I like the weekends better, and it shouldn't be surprising.
But it is.
Anyway, one is almost starting today.

I like to see how his brain works. Not a good thing to say out loud, though.
what is it that bothers me and puts me off? don't really know if I wanna find out.
is it the Alex thing? it dones't annoys me that much. just a bit.
it's probably the Alex thing. Only he's got some things to even things up.
On the other hand, he's never called me kitten, so..

Oh but he has called me babe. Wonder why I like it so much.
He does keep me waking the walls.

It feels like the ghosts are just following some boring old routine.
Same old, I do miss them, I do freak out, but, they just aren't trying hard at all.
Not at all.

Funny. That little sparkle of life I'd thought I'd seen in j.
Is oh, nothing more than a full personality here. Dude.
Still he really really is too young. Next girl's fucking lucky. You know, exept for his ex.

And oh, men. Full personality and oh my god, yet he's just soo in love,
they turn into, well,
kittens.

que es un soplo la vida..

She's making dinner for two (three?) while he's playing guitar, taking a shower, or god knows what.
She's singing a song while watching the rice (her son playing on the kitchen floor).

"Mi vieja cantaba, a veces, un tango, y sus ojos se llenaban de otro lugar"

this is my message to you-ou-ou

don't worry about a thing
'cause every little thing is gonna be alright

a love song.

call me crazy, but it is the sweetest love song i've ever heard.

because what else can it be, than a love song?

in it, his eyes, his smile, his voice, his hands.

telling me.. beautiful.

i want to let it go. i have to let it be.

but how can i resist a love song?

such a beautiful love song.

i should let it go. let it be.

but i have been swept off my feet by a love song.

vamos mi cariño todo va a estar bien,

esta noche cambiaré, te juro que cambiaré.

vamos mi cariño ya no llores más,

yo por ti bajaría al sol, y me hundiría en el mar.

a la sombra de un león.

Llegó, con su espada de madera y zapatos de payaso
a comerse la ciudad.

Compró suerte en Doña Manolita
y al pasar por la Cibeles
quiso sacarla a bailar un vals
como dos enamorados
y dormirse acurrucados
a la sombra de un león.

¿Qué tal?
Estoy sola y sin marido.
Gracias por haber venido
a alegrarme el corazón.

Ayer a la hora de la cena
descubrieron que faltaba
el interno dieciséis.

Tal vez disfrazado de enfermero
se escapó de Cien Pozuelos
con su capirote de papel
y a su estatua preferida
un anillo de pedida
le robó en El Corte Ingles.

Con él en el dedo al día siguiente
vi a la novia del agente
que lo vino a detener.

Cayó como un pájaro del árbol
cuando su abrazo de mármol
le obligaron a soltar.

Y quedó un taxista que pasaba
mudo al ver como empezaba
la Cibeles a llorar.

Y chocó contra el banco central.

misc

i don't think there could be a more man-like side without a girl to do the counterpart
so it's really all her fault, with her pretty face and her pretty walk and all.

only that man-like side got independent from her pretty self, now i'm boyish with my boy-friend
(not boyfriend, just boy who's a friend, asdsasda). it's fun thou. and on that subject, good.
keep it under control and you'll have yourself a great stress-releaser.

and i'm back at fourteen year old, daydreaming and all. only i'm not as stupid as i was.
part of the whole time machine thing. fun and harmless. and he really is so talented. mmmh hm.

...and when i'm lonely, cherry's there, and she plays along while i sing out my blues
i could be crying and you don't care, you won't call me back you're stubborn as a mule...

there is nothing that compites with habit
and i know it's neither deep not tragic
simply that you have to have it
so you can make a killing..

i wish i was both young and stupid
then i too could have the fun that you did
'till it was time to pony up what you bid
so you could make a killing..

i could follow you and search the rubble
or stay right here and save myself some trouble
or try to keep myself from seeing double.
or i could make a killing...

and i wake up alone

.

It's okay in the day I'm staying busy

Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he

Got so sick of crying

So just lately

When I catch myself I do a 180

.

I stay up clean the house

At least I'm not drinking

Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking

That silent sense of content

That everyone gets

Just disappears soon as the sun sets

.

This face in my dreams seizes my guts

He floods me with dread

Soaked in soul

He swims in my eyes by the bed

Pour myself over him

Moon spilling in

And I wake up alone

.

If I was my heart I'd rather be restless

The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless

This ache in my chest

As my day is done now

The dark covers me and I cannot run now

.

My blood running cold I stand before him

It's all I can do to assure him

When he comes to me I drip for him tonight

Drowning in me we bathe under blue light

.

His face in my dreams seizes my guts

He floods me with dread

Soaked in soul

He swims in my eyes by the bed

Pour myself over him

Moon spilling in

And I wake up alone

Como gasto papeles recordandote
como me haces hablar en el silencio,
como no te me quitas de las ganas
aunque nadie me vea nunca contigo.
Y como pasa el tiempo que, de pronto, son años
sin pasar tú por mí, detenida.
Te doy una canción si abro una puerta
y de la sombra sales tú.
Te doy una canción de madrugada,
cuando más quiero tú luz.
Te doy una canción cuándo apareces
el misterio del amor,
y si no lo apareces, no me importa:
yo te doy una canción.
Si miro un poco afuera, me detengo:
la ciudad se derrumba y yo cantando.
La gente que me odia y que me quiere
no me va a perdonar que me distraiga.
Creen que lo digo todo, que me juego la vida,
porque no te conocen ni te sienten.
Te doy una canción y hago un discurso
sobre mi derecho a hablar
te doy una canción con mis dos manos
con las mismas de matar.
Te doy una canción y digo patria
y sigo hablando para ti.
Te doy una canción como un disparo
como un libro, una palabra, una guerrilla
como doy el amor.

just the way you are.

Here comes a sign in the form of a girl
She's the finest, sweetest thing in the world
Oh, take you to Heaven tonight

I feel the horses coming galloping
In the summer ends
Take you to Heaven tonight
Oh, cause I love you
For what you are

I'll gallop to you
Tonight, tonight we'll ride
I'll give it to you
We'll go to Heaven tonight
Tonight

Out on the winding road I couldn't wait
Oh baby I was afraid heading for Heaven tonight
I'll go to Heaven tonight
I feel the horses coming galloping
I will never grow old, I'll go to Heaven tonight

Because I love you
For what you are

I'll gallop to you
Tonight, tonight we'll ride
I'll bow down to you
We'll go to Heaven tonight
Tonight

I can't believe that I could be happy
Summer will come again, I could be happy
Oh, stop your crying, you could be happy
Go to Heaven when you make me happy

Here comes a kiss that I never had
Nothing feels like this, headed for Heaven tonight
I love you
Here comes a storm in the form of a girl
She's the finest, sweetest thing in the world
Oh, I'll go to Heaven tonight
For what you are

I'll gallop to you
Tonight, tonight we'll ride
I'll bow down to you
We'll go to Heaven tonight

sadest songs ever.

º pictures of you - the cure
º creep - radiohead
º don't leave the light on baby - belle and sebastian
º cup of coffee - garbage
º fix you - coldplay
º northen star - hole
º dying - hole
º these days - nico
º 730 dias - jorge drexler
º clara - no te va a gustar
º last kiss - pearl jam
º angie - the rolling stones
º mañana en el abasto - sumo
º i'm so tired - the beatles
º the end - the doors


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