Because One special way of putting words together, few words and make an idea with it Their necks and how it seems that skin calls out for a touch That opposite extreme of not complicating things Simple ways of seeing life How they make it so hard to read their minds The music they plant in my senses and the effects that remain How with their silence they make me want them more That relaxing appearance that seems so easy to envy How stupid and vulnerable they can always make me feel Playful expressions, as if they had a plan to make me fall head over feet but actually, they just are how they are The "no plan" plan to live Dumb and tough movements that for them, have no reaction on me but they do, badly Blind and honest decisions that reach beatings too hard for me or any girl to understand and how with that, they live in such a simple way Sounds that bounce in my mind whenever they visit during dreams How I notice them and they seem surprised and how they can make my skin go nuts just by staring at me How with one short line they can change my whole speech and be right many times How with such powerless actions they can make me loose my temper and become so powerful to my eyes Because boys are not from this planet, and that's great Because boys can drive me crazy, and that's sweet Because boys will fly me to that other side, and that's awesome Because boys can always turn me over, and that's cool Because boys are everything I'm not, and that's amusing
Skins The way they walk, smile, breathe, move their hands, blink, touch their hair, send you signals, bite their nails, lift their eyebrows, stretch their arm, make cute noises, say hi in so simple ways. They way they dislike what you say, feel amazed with your laugh, argue their own ideas, dream in front of you, make no sense in their jokes, wear their clothes, shrink their shoulders and say that you seem to avoid people. They way they smell, sing while reading, whisper ideas in your ear, tell you lots of stories, wonder what you think about them, get inspired by they way you look at them, realize how important you are, write stuff on a napkin. In one physical space you both are, and moments are created in a current energy. Because there are many ways skins can feel each other and people can feel so much when they are together... Such an awesome essence and vibes when that other body is near you, just spending that same time with you, what an amazing gift. Because nothing can ever top that, because even the airport can become a place to remember and also because skins can feel in so many levels even when they are not touching each other. Lyrics by Temper Trap Sweet disposition Never too soon Oh reckless abandon, Like no one's watching you A moment, a love A dream, a laugh A kiss, a cry Our rights, our wrongs A moment, a love A dream, a laugh A moment, a love A dream, a laugh Just stay there Cause I'll be comin' over While our bloods still young It's so young, it runs Won't stop til it's over Won't stop to surrender Songs of desperation I played them for you A moment, a love A dream, a laugh A kiss, a cry our rights, our wrongs A moment, a love A dream, a laugh A moment, a love A dream, a laugh Just stay there Cause I'll be comin' over While our bloods still young It's so young, it runs Won't stop til it's over Won't stop to surrender A moment, a love A dream, a laugh A kiss, a cry Our rights, our wrongs (won't stop til it's over)
Pop Click back and move to that other corner This game seems too familiar So, if you seek for the rules You've come to the right person Sensing ideas behind regular expresions and words you may have used before but not with this particular purpose not with me Feel your fingers before they reach out I know that dance by heart and you'll be surprised with how much time how much effort how much passion I've come to this state Pop ~ In the photo: Cris.
Pen On Paper By saying that words remain, I wouldn't be saying anything new, mostly when words are written. Words on paper, wall, screen, fabric or skin. Symbols we organize all together with such meaning and they may come out so easily, but it could also be so hard to figure out. Written words that could express so much, because when we speak, we let ourselves out and get carried away with such passion, attitude, honesty, character, and strong visions. When we write, is such a different process than talking, the opposite so to speak. We think differently about how our ideas will come out, there's a bunch of connections we create between words that we dig and seek for, in order to make some kind of sense in what we are saying. We care a lot for the letters we are putting together and what they will communicate. It is not only for me, but for everyone, writing can become into a very powerful tool to reach our inner self, something that we could offer to others that have made some sort of connection with us, or are on their way to do so. People will always appreciate written words from others; probably because is so private, so intimate, so honest, so pure and so real. Written words that can touch so many souls, reach so many spaces and fill so many voids, but specially can be such a bond between people. Here I write to so many but at the same time to no one at all. Hoping these words do what they're suppose to. Lyrics by Pj Harvey Put the pen
To the paper Press the envelope With my scent Can't you see In my handwriting The curve Of my g? The longing Oh Who is left that Writes these days? You and me We'll be different Take the cap Off your pen Wet the envelope Lick and lick it Oh I need you The time is running out Oh baby Can't you hear me call? It turns me on To imagine Your blue eyes On my words Your beautiful pen Take the cap off Give me a sign and I'd come running Oh It's you I want you Ways I type, you speak, others hide I bitch about stuff, you complaint, others laugh I deal with it, you make it invisible, others play fool I sing along, you erase, others play shuffle I look, you avoid, others wonder I feel and say, you feel and burry, others feel and lack I read between lines, you pretend there's nothing, others dig for lies I manipulate words, you use them wisely, others stay quiet I face things, you make them go away, others turn around I fear, you get some sleep at night, others even dream I give myself away, you protect your heart, others break appart I go blue, you stay silver, others play black I love, you experiment, others create sensations So then, from which way will you see this?
Always It can always get so lonely surrounded by so much people, sounds, wind, movement and still... so lonely. This body of mine is sharing oxygen with them and I wonder if they notice that... I move a little and send some kind of signal to this touchable universe, because I either want to feel them closer or want them to walk away and leave me here for good, just walk by me. It can always get so lonely as in each period I get to see people that at first were strangers, but then suddenly disappear within time, as I disappear from their own spaces. Another period might start and with it loneliness will return to fill their void. Because I can't help but give myself to it. I will probably finish writing these lines, I'll throw this coke away and I'll stand up and walk back to that people, that realness that contains me; people that I will keep in this frame of time, locked just because we met and here they remain, just as long as present becomes past... Because loneliness will reclaim its place once more and I will welcome it with such kind smile. It can always get so lonely, and it will hold my hand, blow through my hair, touch my heart, provide these inner and scary voices... and then leave whenever the process begins all over again. Lyrics by Kelly De Martino Hard to see
What’s right in front of me Hard to say Who I am today When was the last time You felt this way I thought I saw stars In your eyes that night Long lost sea Of silent mystery Well worn coat Of broken armoury When was the last time you felt this way I thought I was flying to you that night When was the last time I felt this way Mine Because I feel in such way, and my skin claims that particular quality ~ You don't see it, or understand it, but I don't mind, from me it can spread and it will touch you eventually ~ These colors of mine can make you shiver and whisper, for a deep and soft song that is making our heads float ~ Standing on this weak ground, I express this sensation, one idea of reaching for a touch, any girl, any boy, any kind of energy that can make me feel warm ~ Breathe this red and green essence, while my skin gives you the idea of one true state ~ We touch and words disappear, we kiss and our minds go blank, we hold each other and there's no space or time to avoid this magic ~ Mine this truth from myself, mine this page of connection with my soul, mine this way of living to touch another soul.
I'll Be There Soon 'Cause if I didn't know you better, I'd say you won't be happy to see me... but there's not much I can expect, and it drives you crazy. Would it be awkard? will this personality of mine appear to heal all damage done before? I should not count on you for that, I'm sure. I'm almost ready but inside time burns too fast, this face will do its best to hide the words, the sadness, the questions and dark colors. Could it be soft? I can't stop looking down in front of this mirror... Chaos seems to call for me and within that ugliness, your presence. Makeup to hide this void, breakable smile to seem happy, one clean image to hold me through those few seconds, and these lines I will keep in my head. It comes quickly and it will go faster, and hopefully things will be under control... Now my face gets into character and I'll be there soon.
In the photo: Flo
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