Tuesday, October 27, 2009

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I want a boy who will tell me stories.

I want a boy who will go on adventures with me.
I want a boy who will stay up late with me to eat junk food and watch cartoons.
I want a boy who will bake cookies with me.
I want a boy who will sing and dance in the rain with me.
I want a boy who Will Do All of These Things to do and be happy with me Them.








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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

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Unbelievable but true: I am taking the flu. Apparently it's something that maybe I had happened just once in elementary school. I discovered that I do not know just feel sick. When I feel good spending hours in bed reading, watching movies, but I'm a bit 'fever is over: I get angry, become sour and bad, I can not stand up and, if you try to make me stay in bed is the risk of attacks anger.
But was not this I wanted to talk. This was only a brief introduction, an explanation for my disappearance in recent days.
I happen not to think, maybe even for a few months, for one thing, it can be an event, a person, in short, many things. Then when I least expect it, comes before my eyes, is like a shot in the stomach, a flash, the kind you see in the movies.
Here. Yesterday this happened. I have also written, to be honest, I was hoping for some small change, some hint but no. Maybe I am that I expect too much from people who pretend that things can not do, I see beyond their capacity. After a while, 'it hurts, or rather, I will rest bad. So enough, I try not to keep more than one word and wait ... I wait for nothing, of course, but look the same, because as it is exhausting, it's a good thing I can: turn over between the thoughts, assumptions and wait in silence and holding on to those songs that always make us feel much worse.

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Thoughts that come suddenly and I do not know what to think. I do not even know why. Thoughts that pass, you try to understand them, keep them close and tight because warm, because there are people who are related and seem increasingly remote.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

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Sometimes you just can not.
So I go, I go around with loud music with the worship of the hard moment.
I go and try things, objects, most of the time are useless and yet I take them.
usually are dressed, I like to browse through the various options and find those two or three things that strike me. Going to try and see me are also good.
Then buy them at that moment and I'm happy: new clothes, matching to do, necklaces possno us feel good and my music with me.
I think when you put it, when maybe I can take pictures and I will use your those clothes because they fit my idea of \u200b\u200bthe time.
Then come home, where it lingers a bitter cold and unusual for mid-October and where boredom seems to reign supreme.
And I still think that I would not want to do is take pictures, myself, alone and trusted people but no, because often, people who are looking far away.
Everything becomes even colder. Everything seems so distant, even the simplest thing.


Needless to repeat, but: the soundtrack of these days ... Editors - in this light and on this evening

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

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Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly


I do not know you But I want you All the more
For That
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing
your melody I'll sing along


From Once again ... it's his time, his magic, their poetry.
It contains too many things.

Monday, October 12, 2009

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certain thoughts

What then are certain things you come so, from day to day. Before
not even think about it a bit 'and then an obsession. When
so now I have a little therapy, say Knocks: amplify it. Find the music that excites me most at that moment, that most helps me "feel bad" and so on ... the thoughts become so huge that you swallow and you're so small that no longer exist and then the thoughts or leaving After this first phase of expansion or not. And if I still remain a little help: I put them on paper, I describe them, if they applied to one particular person will write directly to it. Most of the time the thought runs out in the written words and that person will ever know what thought had crossed my mind. If, however, even after he knocked down a few lines, then the fact remains they have to speak, means it's bigger than I thought.
Now the music is haunting me at full volume in the headphones is heard that cd so many times in many of these situations: An End Has A Start Editors.

This morning I listened to an old friend instead of sleepless nights: only a great rock of Verdena ... but do you remember about that record is still too difficult for me, things is too big and too many people.



Do not Want to go out on my own anymore
I cannot face the night like I used to before
I'm so sorry for the things they've done
That I'm so sorry about what we ' ve to Become
(Editors)

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The first CD for me was passed almost unnoticed, perhaps there was just listening to the individual. Then comes
An End Has A Start, in perfect time. Those songs, those words, had everything I needed. From there i went through this disc, I squeezed every time I heard things go wrong, whatever the reason, that record improved the day.
Finally he comes, In This Light And On This Evening. I understand that already the second track is love. have changed, of course, but it would seem the better, this time they seem to have guessed notes and words that I needed.
I go to listen on headphones: too many hidden sounds to enjoy.
It is expected in December for the gig, finally.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

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Visible and mobile, my body is numbered among the things, is one of them is taken into the fabric of the world and its cohesion is one thing. But as he sees and moves, keeps things in a circle around him, things have attached one of his or her extension, are encrusted in his flesh, are part of its full definition, and the world is made of the same cloth of the body .

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

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Sometimes he smiles at all
sometimes that smile is a thought that quite quickly and we remain

them to smile and the world seems that we are doing nothing for me

Monday, October 5, 2009

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I remember when it happened. I remember well the words, feeling, consciousness and collapse. A heavy blanket thrown on him, choking and you will not leave you. I remember when
would not stop crying and hating.
Sometimes I remember too well, and I want to punish you, I would try the same things. Then comes the heat and that you must throw away the blanket and the best memories, new, lighter, back, remember how the air of this October, with a slight cool breeze, but with the sun to heat it. So the desire is gone, back into hiding and leave me I can take the heat of a cup of tea and the colors of a homemade cake.

Friday, October 2, 2009

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I would like a light in this room on this floor a different color of wood, other colors around me. Sometimes I wish I was all over white.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

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time to read lying on white bed

nick drake back in stereo

wearing a soft sweater

a red circle in the hair

some nice pictures to look at every now