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•• Sunshine or rain, it's all the same, life isn't gray ••
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11/21/08("My father's land,
My mother's tongue
Misleading me,
So shamelessly
For many years,
I misbelieved
The hatred is the path for me.")
Father I have killed many angels,
I think.
I will now walk to the sea.
I hope I will someday forgive me
Please moor
My empty boat on a pier
I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget that we are all the same.
In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lives
You've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of life
Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Now I have time to dwell on, self-awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.
Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
The pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Mother where's your son.
When has this begun'
Who has been the fool'
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Who can tell me the color of the rain'
In the world that we live in, the things said and done
They can well overrun
The power of one.
No one was born to be a servant etc.
To leave and let die
To give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for'
To think you are right
To make sure it won't fly
Is a making of a hate crime
In the homes of the brave,
In the homes of the land slaves,
We are all the same
I need to believe.
There's more than the eye can see
All colors of rainbow.
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master
In the land we live, we die
Praise the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web around the faker
We will need a true
Rainmaker
"Children of Abel, Children of Cain
Can live in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the wisdom of past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."
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[IN BLACK AND WHITE]
I'm a doorman at my Death Row, you faceless foe of heart
An accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow, white feather in the tar....
a tearstain on your frozen face...
A life - in black and white
You slaughtered my soul again
Tried my best to be worth your two realities
You're breaking my heart again
To squeeze out a rhyme, I bid you farewell
Stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind
[Chorus:]
Now I will hit you where it hurts
Take what is rightfully mine, I need a sign
That you're worth fighting for
Winning or losing, alone
I am only a pawn
I'm tired of pleasing you
Discolored this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme
I... delayed my dreams to see
---Who blinded your eyes from things that are real...
For me, I believe in the taste of bitter sweet
Dying fountains full of stories untold
After a history of "losses" attained the victory where it occurred
Lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words
Diving in the seas of sin, without knowing where lies the bottom
Idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul.
Sabotage or a fatal mistake?
Scandal born, a new race
Unauthorized use, not stealing?
We've no rights, just passion and rage...
People you know, on your side, touching concern
Stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn
Take a bow, take the blame, soon you'll wake up screaming your nightmare's name...
[Chorus]
People you know, on your side, touching concern
Stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn
Always a minute too late, now feel the burn
Wake up, friend, you're screaming the name of the
Doorman of my Death row, you faceless foe of the heart
An accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow, white feather in the tar....
Tearstains on my frozen face, follow the wicked trail if you
Wish you see the sum of all my fears in many shades of gray
You'll see...
Your dreams in Black and white...
Nightmares in Black and White...
Sweet dreams in Black and White..
Your life is Black and White...
Sonata (L)
besos genteee,, se viene lo peor!
pero I WILL SURVIVE,,
Saludos gentee
AGUS-
P.d: HOY, fiesta en QUIMEY,
$15 los q toman, $5 los que nooo,, avisar cuanto anteess,
Guestbook Comments (20)
Did my skin burst into flames? I had to look down to check. Nope, nothing was burning. At least, not visibly.
I was freaking out because I had no idea how to do this, and I was afraid to walk out of this room and face the unknown. Especially in French lingerie. I knew I wasn’t ready for that yet.
How did people do this – swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had – with less than the absolute commitment that Edward had given me? If it weren’t Edward out there, if I didn’t know in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I loved him – unconditionally and irrevocably and, to be honest, irrationally – I’d never be able to get up off this floor.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.
I would have been happy to lie here forever, to never disturb this moment, but my body had other ideas. I laughed at my impatient stomach. It seemed sort of prosaic to be hungry after all that had passed last night. Like being brought back down to earth from some great height.
Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
A mi se m termina lo peor mñna si dios quiereee
q andes bien agus
m fui a seguir estudiandoooo
besito
*Flor*
I’ve never been so happy in all my life – I wasn’t this happy when you decided that you loved me more than you wanted to kill me, or the first morning I woke up and you were there waiting for me… Not when I heard your voice in the ballet studio, or when you said ‘I do’ and I realized that, somehow, I get to keep you forever. Those are the happiest memories I have, and this is better than any of it. So just deal with it.
Edward had always thought that he belonged to the world of horror stories. Of course, I’d known that he was dead wrong. It was obvious that he belonged here. In a fairy tale. And now I was in the story with him.
I could really appreciate him now – could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face, of his long, flawless body with my strong new eyes, every angle and every plane of him. I could taste his pure, vivid scent on my tongue and feel the unbelievable silkiness of his marble skin under my sensitive fingertips.
He had the most beautiful, perfect body in the world and I had him all to myself, and it didn’t feel like I was every going to find a point where I would think, Now I’ve had enough for one day. I was always going to want more. And the day was never going to end. So, in such a situation, how did we ever stop? It didn’t bother me at all that I had no answer.
There’s a tremendous amount of time left over when you don’t have to sleep. It makes balancing your… interests quite easy. There’s a reason why I’m the best musician in the family, why – besides Carlisle – I’ve read the most books, studied the most sciences, become fluent in the most languages… Emmett would have you believe that I’m such a know-it-all because of the mind reading, but the truth is that I’ve just had a lot of free time.
I’d actually made it through the whole day without hurting Charlie. All by myself. I must have a superpower! It seemed too good to be true. Could I really have both my new family and some of my old as well? And I’d thought that yesterday had been perfect.
After eighteen years of mediocrity, I was pretty used to being average. I realized now that I’d long ago given up any aspirations of shining at anything. I just did the best with what I had, never quite fitting into my world. So this was really different. I was amazing now – to them and to myself. It was like I had been born to be a vampire. The idea made me want to laugh, but it also made me want to sing. I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined.
Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn’t get used to it, though I’d been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface.
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q linda foto aguus!
un beso grande