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Weak and Powerless

Posts tagged with "love"

I'm a high school lover. And you're my favourite flavour

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I don't have much time neither willingness to write much lately. I hope you can understand.

Thanks for your patience.



I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You're my playground love

Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body reeling
Time's no matter, I'm on fire
On the playground love

You're the piece of gold
That flashes on my soul
Extra time, on the ground
You're my playground love

Anytime, anywhere,
You're my playground love.

I might not be the right one

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I came to this by accidentally listening an old file I had in a backup.

This song made me remember the good old days.



Original Interstella 5555 version:

Now Listening...

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Seems like I am never tired of listening...

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Beckham + cheerleaders + posh spice == :(

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Hahahaha... I do not like footbal (soccer, for those in NORTH america), and I am not into that kind of thing either, but I was just thinking how I am understanding this world, when I found this jewel, very related to Patricia's post. hahahaha. Humans are humans after all.

What does he say in this last picture?

My bet: "Bollocks! why did I marry this loony?" (Rewrote it to make it readable by teenagers P: )

Fatto!!!

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Mi sento alleviato... e felice.

Dopo tanto tempo, mi sono svegliato questa mattina e quello che ho pensato prima è stato: 'Devo spedire una email, oggi, adesso... in fretta'.

E l'ho fatta! Non ci posso credere...

*sospiro*

Vi lascio, perche vado ad ascoltare il concerto per violino, archi e cembalo del ritico RV 256 di Vivaldi...

Sono contento... Gli estremi sono sempre in contatto.


P.S. Scusatemi... il mio italiano non è migliorato con il tempo... è sparito... hehehe

The next step in human evolution?

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Well... no, it is already quite difficult to determine what a 'step' is, so this is not the next step in the human evolution, but it is actually an idea I gathered from reading different sources... so basically is just focused in this analogy I am building up right now...


If a single-celullar being took millions of years to learn that grouping armoniously with other single-celled organisms was both a huge advantage and a high risk, but that has been worth it; how much time will take us, humans as 'individuals', to realize that competition is counter-productive, and that the next step in our own evolution is to bind ourselves as one being, as our cells did millions of years ago?

Of course, we can work in group, and as a team too, but to be honest, we are behaving more like rats, than like a cohesive group or team: at the first sign of trouble, the rats leave the ship abandoned to ill fortune. A cell cannot do that... to be part of a multi-cellular entity, means that the cell has to have ultimate commitment: If the cell next to me dies, I die as well...............; but we, as humans, just wander around like single-cellular automata, learnt, by force, that competition is the way to go, that the one that has more money/love/friends/success/internal knowledge of itself/whatever adjective or sustantive you want to put here, is the best

The golden path

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I have just realized, I am conciously and deriberately, walking a dangerous path... it is my chance to test my newly aquired 4400 hability of indifference, right, sis?

Well... my time has come... my quarter hour of fame is long gone. An sleeping pill, should do the work... no... let's take 2...

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Balanza

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Originally posted by Lorca:


La noche quieta siempre.
El día va y viene.

La noche muerta y alta.
El día con un ala.

La noche sobre espejos
y el día bajo vientos.



Y recuerdo aquella lejana tarde, ni muy noche, ni muy día, donde el complemento llovió desde nuestras manos sudorosas, recorriendo los cuerpos hasta llegar a la quietud de lo inexplicable, deshaciéndose en círculos altercados e imperfectos.

El día pasó, pero la noche siempre me esperó desde la eternidad, siempre.


P.S. A ver, a ver, ¿quién puede descifrar este gatovillo de tigrecuerdos? Un tarro de Nutella para el/la que lo haga... hehehehe.. :frown: sí, lo sé, probablemente el premio quede desierto... Y bue... me comeré yo solo la Nutella

Gacela

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Del recuerdo del amor

Por Lorca.

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No te lleves tu recuerdo.
Déjalo solo en mi pecho,

temblor de blanco cerezo
en el martirio de Enero.

Me separa de los muertos
un muro de malos sueños.

Doy pena de lirio fresco
para un corazón de yeso.

Toda la noche, en el huerto
mis ojos, como dos perros.

Toda la noche, corriendo
los membrillos de veneno.

Algunas veces el viento
es un tulipán de miedo,

es un tulipán enfermo,
en la madrugada del invierno.

Un muro de malos sueños
me separa de los muertos.

La hierba cubre en silencio
el valle gris de tu cuerpo.

Por el arco del encuentro
la cicuta está creciendo.

Pero deja tu recuerdo,
déjalo solo en mi pecho.

Hurt

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