December 2010
150 posts
El Instante
Dónde estarán los siglos, dónde el sueño de espadas que los tártaros soñaron, dónde los fuertes muros que allanaron, dónde el Árbol de Adán y el otro Leño? El presente está solo. La memoria erige el tiempo. Sucesión y engaño es la rutina del reloj. El año no es menos vano que la vana historia. Entre el alba y la noche hay un abismo de agonías, de luces, de cuidados; el rostro que se mira en los...
The moment you're alone in the elevator.
farranatasya:
Then you realize that there’s a camera in there
so, the new year is near...
and i have yet to think up any resolutions. hmm.
oh, ima always keep it true… and ima still do my thing even if its not...
– akon
you used to get in your fishnets..
now you only get it in your nightdress. discarded all the naughty nights for niceness, landed in a very common crisis.
my thoughts on christmas romantic bullshit..
i’ve never had a kiss under the mistletoe. even though i act like it’s lame and cliché, i secretly think kissing under the mistletoe and things of that sort around christmas time with the person who is most special to you are simply adorable. maybe next year.
i step right out of his spotlight
and into the strobe lights… i don’t need your light
i'm coming home again, maybe we can start again
being with family and old friends, sleeping in my own bed, not hearing the train pass by at 5 in the morning. i’m so relaxed and happy right now… a month to myself! no studying, no papers, no 8 am classes. a month to party, see some old friends and just enjoy home. i used to DETEST connecticut, but coming back isn’t so bad. yeah, this state is boring, blah, blah.. but...
music is an outburst of the soul.
Any man may easily do harm, but not every man can do good to another.
i want to trust you...
but that would probably be a mistake..