That's the way~We live it
Gaburrrrrrnia y Grrrrrrrretolds al mango. (??)
++o0< Real Love >0o++
All my little plans and shemes - lost like some forgotten dream - Seems like all I really was doing - was waiting for you
Just like little girls and boys - playing with their little toys - Seems like all they really were doing - was waiting for love
Don't need to be alone - No need to be alone
From this moment on I know - exactly were my life will go - Seems like all I really was doing - was waiting for love
Don't need to be afraid - no need to be afraid
Though I'd been in love before - but in my heart I wanted more - Seems like all I really was doing - was waiting for you
Don't need to be afraid - no need to be afraid
It's real love
Yes it's real, yes it's real love
It's real.
・・・Cura deFrutas・・・y mi vision de los higos
Los higos pueden ser confundidos con berenjenas en un dibujo desproporcionado, sin la textura apropiada (lograda a traves del uso de claroscuros) ni los colores apropiados. Mas aun si su autora ha olvidado trazar el pedunculo de dicho fruto, mas interesante por dentro que por fuera. El miedo de la precoz dibujante es notable en los pocos riscos que toma, pero a la vez da un admirable toque de simpleza por el simple hecho de no saber realmente como desafiar sus propios limites. El fondo blanco denota su falta de comodidad ante el retrato de un fruto al que dibuja por primera vez en su joven vida. El higo parece facil en forma, pero lleva muchos pensamientos consigo sobre cuan largo, cuan ancho, cuan oscuro debe ser. La joven examina el uso de las luces y piensa si su trabajo podria ser mejor... no por una cuestion de certeza, sino desde un lugar de duda. Por momentos, vacila sobre hasta donde puede llegar, pero se trata solo de preguntas tipicas de la adolescencia, que muchas veces uno escucha en bocas adultas al pasar.
= You own the certainty of my doubts =
One day that passes by, one day I miss you more-
One night you check your mail, once you may remind my name-
One night that floats on, one night I want you close-
One day you find another girl, one day you might forget my face-
And for that very purpose from now on
for me, the days of lethargy are gone
I'll put my babushka on and seek you wherever you can be
You'll be wearing your ch'ang-p'ao and who knows if you'll notice me
I'll shout your name and you'll have already changed it for an English one
And who knows if I'll ever see you again, closer than through an octant.
Who knows if I'll see you again, coming for me across the ocean...
yogapills
++My magic Bezoar++
Inside of me... somebody is bawling with no restrain - it must be all the Bezoar - that has ripenned - and is eagerly awaiting for its time to get out - and evidence its magic gift. - I'm amazed by its own light - it almost has an own life.
The only thing I hope - is it could show me the path - to finally find the sumptuous Bezel - and remain there - till the Sun tones down.
yogapills
≪ Ser para estar, estar para ser ≫
Tantos objetos a la vista, tantas almas escondidas, tantas risas, tantos llantos, tantas vivencias, tantas carencias, tantos amores, tantos rencores, tantas sorpresas, tantas obviedades, tantas caricias, tantas heridas, tantos triunfos, tantas derrotas, tantos ángeles, tantos demonios ...
<<< hablan de la necesidad de coexistir primero para, al fin y al cabo, poder existir >>>
-La máquina expendedora de líquido rojo.-
≪Missing≫
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put toghether even though
You know there's something missing
----->el virus shanqi fue derrotado! wiiiiiii!!
Los extrañe muchooooo
amo a mi computadora!!!
≪It's summertime -Throbbing Orange Pallbearers-≫
It's summertime - and I can understand if you still feel sad - it's summertime and though it's hard to see its true possibilities - when you look inside - all you'll see - when you'll look inside all you'll see is a self-reflected inner sadness - look outside - I kno w that you'll recognize it's summertime
