Raiin.bow

Alguna vez has corrido
por sobre un arcoiris?

Por supuesto que no.

Los arcoiris no aguantan los pasos.

Eso no lo sabias, verdad?

Todos creen que tras el arcoiris
Esta el dinero, el amor
los sueños.
Un enano, talvez.

Pero lo que no saben

Es que si tratas de correr...

solo terminaras cayendo.

F. F. T. L.

♫ Heroine, Oh Heroine
Where Have You Been
When I Needed You ♫

no.sense.AT.ALL

Quelqu'un m'a dit - Carla Bruni

It always gets this way. Is like I just can't control it, I'm always falling in the same hole. Always, repeating to myself, always saying "this is the last time, i swear".

Once again... I'm waiting stupidly, waiting to talk to you, waiting to see your face, waiting to hear your laugh for myself, with my own ears, waiting to meet you (even though you are the one who haven't seen me) waiting... waiting in pink clouds, waiting in impossible dreams,waiting inside my own b.u.b.b.l.e
It's weird... I haven't seen you in... two days? And I'm getting like this... can't you see it? It's a fucking addiction... And I'm so afraid, 'cause... what am I gonna do, when this come to an end? What am I gonna do, when this b.u.b.b.l.e explodes?

I dont want it...


I don't need a heartbreak, Not anymore.
I don't need more blood in my wrist, no more tears in my face.




But why can't i stop feeling like this?

I fall again...

I fall for you.

GoodBye

So.

Everything has an end, doesn't it?

I suppose, this is over. Even thought absolutely everything between us was just a product of my imagination, just a sweet dream, I have to say good bye.

Good Bye to you, my sweet Sky Prince.

And Sweet Dreams, too

BANG!

:$$$

♀ + ♀ = ♥



so what?

:$

I've got a changing Heart
and right now, it's getting fucking crazy
about you :$


...

well
I suposse I can live with it ♥

guts

wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up wanna throw up

Look So Close...

Lo gracioso es que...
tú no estás a mi lado

Summer Tale

Ella le tomo la mano. caminaron juntos, con el sol sobre sus cabezas y el sentimiento de que el tiempo vuela, el presente se desvanece y de que la vida es una. El la guio por la calles de la cuidad, la acompañó y la sostuvo siempre fuerte. A ella le gustaba mirarlo, mirar su rostro, sostener su cara contra su espalda. Le gustaba la tibieza que emanaba de él, le gustaba su espalda. Subieron a ascensores, por escaleras, por el metro, como viviendo un dia de su vida juntos que no existia. Las horas pasaron, ella contesto el telefono, y enojada anuncia que se va. El la abraza, la besa, la tranquiliza. Ella intenta sonreir, vuelven a tomarse de las manos, caminan hacia la estacion. El se despide, un beso para aprovechar, 'Quien sabe cuando nos veremos de nuevo?', ella solo intenta no llorar, el lo nota, acaricia su cabeza, le da un beso más y se despide. Da la vuelta, camina hacia la salida, ella solo mantiene su mirada fija, ruega porque se de vuelta, el sale de la estación con la mirada al frente, ella se desmorona y llora apoyada en la pared. Llora, y las lagrimas siguen incluso en el metro, en el camino a casa, en su habitacion. Ella no puede dejar de sentirse patetica... No ha dejado de sentirse así desde entonces... Aunque ya no piense en él, aunque este profundamente enamorada, no puede dejar de ser patetica.
Asi que ella sigue llorando, dia tras dia, talvez sin lagrimas corriendo por sus mejillas, pero con el corazon apretado y con la mirada en el cielo.

Found the Solution!

This way, even if it's raining, I can look above,
and I can see your eyes,
looking at me from the bright blue sky