martes, 9 de noviembre de 2010
Figurines that fall like leaves the disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My minds slipping far away
I'm falling out of touch
Could someone please explain?
Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone please explain?
Caminata
Back to when I was born on a full moon,
I nearly split my mama in two.
While she held me proud I had the thought:
Well, there's no one more beautiful than you.
Ahhhhh ahhhhhhh
And you're the kindlin' still that burns below my heart,
And you're the hooves that lead me through the forest.
Ahhhhh ahhhhhhh
And you're the kindlin' still that burns below my heart,
You're the memory now that lives across the world,
While the wind howls low and tries to steal my hours,
You're the hooves that lead me through the forest.
sábado, 30 de octubre de 2010
viernes, 29 de octubre de 2010
miércoles, 27 de octubre de 2010
martes, 26 de octubre de 2010
Libreta 17, 18 y 19



Ultimamente lloro con
cualquier cancion de amor.
En mis mejillas
escamas secas de amor
Es que en esa ilusion
me protejo de vos
a nadie puedo amar
nadie va a pasar.
A los enamorados
quiero lastimar
cuidado conmigo
llevo un cuchillo
en las manos.
El vacio otra vez
me invita a ver hojas
muertas en la superficie.
En lo profundo de mi,
la verdad que voy a ir
a buscar aja.
La musica es mi eje
la musica es mi eje
la musica es mi eje
En lo profundo de mi,
la verdad que voy a ir
a buscar aja.
lunes, 20 de septiembre de 2010
domingo, 19 de septiembre de 2010
sábado, 18 de septiembre de 2010
Oh I do believe
In all the things you see
What comes is better than what came before
And you'd better come come, come come to me
Better come come, come come to me
Better run, run run, run run to me
Better come
Oh I do believe
In all the things you see
What comes is better than what came before
And you'd better run run, run run to me
Better run, run run, run run to me
Better come, come come, come come to me
You'd better run
sábado, 11 de septiembre de 2010
Como um brotinho de feijão foi que um dia eu nasci,
Despertei cai no chão e com as flores cresci.
E decidi que a vida logo me daria tudo
Se eu não deixasse que o medo me apagasse no escuro.
Quando mamãe olhou pra mim, ela foi e pensou
Que um nome de passarinho me encheria de amor
Mas passarinho se não bate a asa logo pia
Eu que tinha um nome diferente já quis ser Maria
Ah, e como é bom voar
jueves, 2 de septiembre de 2010
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