Far Cry

 
As sadness takes its toll, and all worries and sorrows flow through her heart, I can do nothing but pray. And I pray for her joy, for her pride, for her reasons to live. I want to see her free, living happy as a fairy’s child beneath the waves. But the world in which she [...]

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The French Quarter

It is good to see old friends. It is good to go out and laugh and tell stories. To hug and kiss and listen to someone laugh. He went to pick her up at her door. They walked to the french place. They told stories and remembered things they had lived together. They sat in the old [...]

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Return to Lórien

 
 

 
In insanity’s crescendo, we all drift through the pages of yesterday’s actions. Time passes, and a week has come and now is gone. Time comes and a Month has come and gone, so has a year, a decade, a century. And then we realize all the things that needed to happen so we can live [...]

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Planeta Ruido

 
En el mundo de los sueños
En el país del algodón
hay nubes de caramelo
de frambuesa y de limón
no me despiertes mamá
no me despiertes mamá
aquí nunca tengo miedo
y nadie me quiere castigar
no me despiertes mamá.
Este es el planeta ruido
y ya no puedo respirar
y los sueños de los niños
tienen luz artificial
me despertaron mamá
y yo se que a ti [...]

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Evergreen

 
There is a song, well there are a million songs, but there is always one, or two, or maybe three. Song that make me smile, songs that wake me up. Songs that bring the sun, songs that are evergreen.
Songs that take me to the deepest forest of tales untold, to the lands of dreams undreamed, [...]

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April 2008

April is taking baby steps already. Soon she will be a full grown woman that will walk through a trail of tears, and her withered ashes will lead us to May. Some people build monuments for their beloved ones who pass away. Some of them go visit their bones or ashes, some of them [...]

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Love, Love again.

And people can really think Cat Stevens, or Yusuf Islam is a terrorist? Now, that’s a bad April’s fool joke. And talking about Stevens, just heard a song that suits me perfectly tonight. In the end, I guess I’ll catch the Peace Train and go all over the world. But in the meanwhile:

Oh I cant [...]

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Seven Days a Week

You creep into my bed like a ghost. Your scent and your breath mix with the troubled air of my room. The soft weight of your body falls by my side, making the covers curve, and rest. The shadows recreate your perfect body at mid light, the lights from the street recreate your sweet moves. [...]

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Time

Tic-Tac
Tic-Tac
Time passes us by with out a single word, what have we done to it? Why is it so silent? Second after second dies, second after second time gives birth to a second. Criminal minutes murder the life inside of us, hour after hour the universe dies a bit more. Yet we can’t understand a [...]

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Hasta que volvamos a Encontrarnos

Hasta que volvamos a encontrarnos, el sol nos extrañará.
Hasta que volvamos a encontrarnos, el aire se llenará de extraños perfumes y misteriosos sonidos.
Hasta que volvamos a encontrarnos, la luna hablará de la ausencia.
Hasta que volvamos a encontrarnos, plantaré un alhelí de mil amores.
Hasta que volvamos a encontrarnos, las estrellas bailaran al son de una danza, [...]

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