Lyla I'm getting to you Reaching out and almost sensing your light You're as close as air, air that I'm not sure I can actually hold on to But you're around, closer than before. I'm choosing not to avoid you Giving you the opportunity to walk nearby Surrounding me with your energy, Such weird and inexplicable energy. I'm starting to enjoy this Seeing the good side of you Making an effort to trust Trust myself by trusting you. Lyrics by Oasis Calling all the stars to fallAnd catch the silver sunlight in your hands Come for me and set me free Lift me up and take me where I stand She believes in everything And everyone and you and yours and mine I've waited for a thousand years For you to come and blow me out my mind Hey, Lyla! The stars are about to fall So what d'you say, Lyla? The world around us makes me feel so small, Lyla! If you can't hear me call then I can't say, Lyla! Heaven'll help you catch me if I fall She's the queen of all I've seen And every song and city far and near Heaven help my mademoiselle She rings the bell for all the world to hear Hey, Lyla! The stars are about to fall So what d'you say, Lyla? The world around us makes me feel so small, Lyla! If you can't hear me call then I can't say, Lyla! Heaven'll help you catch me if I fall Because Is That Easy There's always one more page on a different notebook, with extra lines to write on... and if you run out of them, there will always be a new notebook to be bought. Because is that easy, it just is. There will always be ice tea in that restaurant, or vodka in that bar, and if you find yourself not getting any, you can always move on to the next restaurant or bar. Because is that easy, it just is. There could always be someone putting more lights over our roads, lights to make sure you know I can handle everything... and if you realize the lights are starting to disappear, there will always be me figuring out the situation... Because is that easy, or so it seems. Because as much as I loose pens, hair clips and sun glasses I started loosing the sense of super manager, so diligent, so dedicated, so willing. Letting everything else steal my energy as I hold the broken pieces together, without watching them too close... Because is that easy, or at least I thought it was. There's always one more ice cube, for that great tea or tasteful vodka, and if you figure out there won't be any more ice, and you need it, you want it, you really desire it... Go get it yourself, because is that easy. Lyrics by Hey Mercedes And I'm a-waiting on an operation So help me operator, will you try it again? I'm in desperation's arms i know that's it's late and she's not awake But I've never ever been more ready ... Pick up the phone I gotta tell you I remember one night in your parents' ride Under the light of the passing airplanes In the freezing cold a forever was told It came out in plain air So bottle never fear cause I've commandeered the number of your new beau's home But are you ever there? Miss runaway Get back to me I've never needed you more than right away Babe it's been a blast My new muse, she'll be so unamused But I've been bruised in the map of the memory Maybe her mail's a remarkable mess She'd get back to me by now So bottle never fear cause I've commandeered the number of her new beau's home But is she ever there? No Miss runaway Get back to me I've never needed you more than right away Babe it's been a blast Write back All the arguments are not the same without you And I don't care if you don't care but A messed up man must do what he needs to It's been a blast Write back All the arguments are not the same without you And I don't care if you don't care cause A messed up mind must do what it needs to. I'm Ready As my hand leading this finger towards the wall, because there's a button to press, for one action for one reaction As the final strawberry about to be placed on that cake, because one perfect dessert has a final touch for one unique flavor for one unique sensation As the perfect appereance in front of an early mirror, because we make sure we're all set, for one clean presentation for one perfect intent I'm ready I'm ready Baby, I'm ready Lyrics by Depeche Mode If you've been hiding from love If you've been hiding from love I can understand where you're coming from I can understand where you're coming from If you've suffered enough If you've suffered enough I can understand what you're thinking of I can see the pain that you're frightened of And I'm only here To bring you free love Let's make it clear That this is free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free love I've been running like you I've been running like you Now you understand why I'm running scared Now you understand why I'm running scared I've been searching for truth I've been searching for truth And I haven't been getting anywhere No I haven't been getting anywhere And I'm only here To bring you free love Let's make it clear That this is free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free love Hey girl You've got to take this moment Then let it slip away Let go of complicated feelings Then there's no price to pay We've been running from love We've been running from love And we don't know what we're doing here No we don't know what we're doing here We're only here Sharing our free love Let's make it clear That this is free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free love I Blame You Here's just a bunch of random thoughts, don't even try to make any sense of the following lines... We can't blame Annie for this post tonight. I'm just so sick of it. I hate you for putting pieces together this way, appearing on these scenarios after you were just an invisible idea. Not strong enough to push my breaths out. Gone, you were gone and it was just fine, so why did you come back? For nothing, no reason, just as a selfish animal seeking for what it thought it needed. Freaking creature, just go away. I hate you for these 20 minutes I hate you for those 35 minutes I hate you for the 17 I hate you for the printed shirt and the fake ideas I hate you for the person you're not I hate you for the demons in your head I hate you for the ego eating you up I hate you for the pretending of a fading life I hate you for doing this to me Current No blinking permitted It will happen any time soon Either this body will push down Or the ground will suck it in Pending Pending Pending Current state: struggling with gravity for unknown reasons Maybe just asking this force: "When will you drop me?"
Life In A Picture The same question when it comes to giving shape to a morning thought: "What kind of person am I?" and then, "do I need to be just one kind of person?" and after that comes ""was that just an excuse?" Because some go jogging in the morning, and some others stay in bed and make love; maybe think of the perfect breakfast in a delightful lazy state, but not me, not today. I'm thinking about this word "kind" and then trying to put these ideas together to bring out what the main point is. Life in a picture, because when I push myself a little, short phrases of meaning come and this time it was the perfect line. Pictures are a piece of time put on some kind of material, representing just that: frozen time. But life (despite all my efforts) goes beyond frozen stuff, and has more energy than all my students together since 2004. So to express what this post is about, I'll say this: I'm the kind of person who thinks can live in pictures; like that granted innocence of pretending and trying to keep everything on its place. But as I said, I don't really think I'm supposed to be just one kind of person (thank God for that); and for that when I turn around in my bed and confront ideas, I see how much I get the ending part of life. It ends, ends, ends... and again, ends, it ends. Because I seek for beginnings but avoid facing endings, like if I could support them all. So for those two kinds of person I just defined this morning, this line: stay more on that aware side of endings, because you can't just carry them all. P.S.: I really need to stop when I know I'm done. Lyrics by Florence And The Machine Happiness / hit her / like a train on a track Coming towards her / stuck still / no turning back She hid around corners / and she hid under beds / She killed it with kisses and from it she fled / With every bubble she sank with a drink / And washed it away down the kitchen sink. The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are comin' so you better run Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father Run for your children all your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind. By someone /who should have known better / than that
You can't carry it with you / if you want to survive The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses 'Cos here they come And I- never wanted anything from you Except everything / you had And / what was left after that too / Oh! Happiness / hit her / like a bullet in the back Struck from /a great height The Hollow Collection Is it stealing when they don't realize what they have and then are missing? Is it wrong to just use frames of moments that are not mine at all? Are they to blame for the monster growing on my wall? I'll fight him to death, just while I keep on stealing from you all Collecting your magic has become my sweet addiction, and for infatuations to fill this open chest, then collecting fits just right. Is it weird to create your characters in my head? Is it silly to provide answers in my mind before they hit you hard? Are you to blame for this hunger of walking with your shoes? I'll keep on posting you belongings around my room Collecting each and every one of you who came to made it happen, and for confessions to spread on the ground, then collecting comes in the perfect moment. Lyrics by Carolina Liar Don't you hope,
We can start again Endings are old, But they help you see Can't quite believe, All of this and what it means You've become so bitter You think you're better alone, For the sake of your sanity It won't hurt a soul, If you just learn to breath again You never had the nerve to begin with You think you're better alone Been here before, seeking safety and something to blame You feel so hollow, You can swear that you've grown Worth anything, As big as your dream You've become so bitter Never had the nerve to begin with Got to come to your senses You think you're better alone, For the sake of your sanity It won't hurt a soul, If you just learn to breath again You think you're better alone It won't hurt a soul 5 and Wave There's not much difference between you and me Because we both wave our hands like this, So would it kill you to let me sink for a little longer? Just 5 more seconds. Just before I let the air come in my lungs again And release my thoughts to jump and hit free in my head again Let me here for a bit more... just a little more. I promise I'll stop thinking about cutting my hair. I promise I'll return to sessions. I promise I'll have the pillows take turns. Just 5 more seconds in this magical state Within silence, honest happiness and clever smiles Away from shapes I could recognize. Just a little longer...
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