GIRL

girl
one of these days
all this wanting is gonna come to an end
and you, and I, and we
lucky is gonna be the word describing us
girl one of these days
Christmas, anniversaries, valentine's or whatever
they will come our way
and there'll be no need for presents
for our smiles will make them useless
for our hearts will make them pointless
for our hands together will not need them
for our eyes will long only the other's sight
girl one of these days
I'm gonna find you
or maybe you'll find me
however we'll blow eachother's mind away
and we will not only be perfect
but there would be no other place that we'd rather be
girl one of these days
we are going to find our way to grow old together
and like in the old days
we will slowdance,
under the moon
with Sinatra playing in our heads

TUENTI

ILEVEN

design studio is on its way
by the end of it I'm gonna get published
I'm gonna keep on teaching
I'm gonna learn a new thing every single day
I'm gonna love hard
I'm gonna forgive easy
I'm gonna go to europe
I'm gonna improve my social skills
If you are the lucky girl, I'm gonna kiss slow
I'm gonna find great new/old-new-to-me music at least once a week
I'm gonna be a better friend/brother/son/(and if I get lucky) boyfriend
(just to clear the previous state I AM GOING TO GET LUCKY)
I'm gonna be a better blogger
more people are going to know me without me knowing
an art expo or more than one is on its way
better grades at the university (the same shit you promise every single year(this time I mean it))

and that's it, if i get done at least one of these I'm gonna be happy on my tuenti ileven

see you then  :D

when...

when my lips say sin
I'm thinking about you
wrapped up like xmas gift
when my lips say sin

when my heart says please
I cover with pillows bot of my ears
'cause he doesn't know what he's saying
when my heart says please

when my urge goes screaming your name
when it finds me vulnerable and scared
I'm all alone and you're too far away to listen
how it screams. How it claims. How I fear!

Diamond Shaped Tears

if you really knew me
you wouldn't need to ask
"how are you doing?"
you would just know
by the look in my eye
by the way I say hello or hi
and therefor you would hug me
or share with me one simple smile
that's why If you really knew me
there would be no need
to speak up bad feelings
you would just share with me
diamond shaped tears
because if you really knew me
you wouldn't call me friend
you would call me brother
however who the hell really knows me
If i'm not sure if I know my self

And somehow I wish it was you...

And somehow I wish it was you

Coming from the unknown
Leaving me breathless
Singing a song
Making me fall in love
With your voice

And somehow I wish it was you
Coming out from the dark
Turning the dusk into sunrise
Making the birds fly
Imposing your self
Like the waves of the ocean

And somehow I wish it was you
Nobody else but your self
Wearing a white dress
With roses on your hair
Holding my heart in your hands
The one that was lost
Since too long to remember

And somehow I wish it was you
And somehow I wish it was you
Trying to keep me from falling
Holding my hand for hours and hours
Making my hopes go higher and higher
And somehow I wish it was you

And somehow I wish it was you




.

I have...

Honey, I’ve seen the night sky turning into morning
Honey, I’ve seen the stars shinning over our shoulders
Honey, I’ve seen our shadows trying to touch each other
But I Haven’t seen you

Honey, I’ve felt the warmth of the summer
Honey, I’ve felt the cold breeze of October
Honey, I’ve felt my heart beating like never before
But I haven’t felt you

Honey, I’ve heard the waves crashing from the light house
Honey, I’ve heard mosquitoes all over my ears
Honey, I’ve heard every song of Frank Sinatra
But I haven’t heard from you

Honey I’ve tried to picture every inch of your body
Turns out that I can’t
Without a real image of your whole
Imagining is all I got



.

Revenge.

The old forest was wearing a beautifully made tux full of stars. In his insides there he was, a desperate wolf craving for food; a lonely wolf, but wolf after all. His sharp sense of smell caught the rusty aroma of a grandmother laying in bed longing for the next day, all because that day would be the one when her little grand daughter would appear with a bascket full of biscuits and delicious fruits; she was certainly not longing for her grand daughter. So the wolf made his move, and as we all are, he was perfectly aware of the little tale about a ridding hood that visited her grand mother and so he decided to not only swallow the old lady but also to chop her into little pieces and save some for the winter, he also thought about not getting into that lady's outfit, because he was a man, he was a wolf, he didn't need cover.


Dark was the athmosphere at grandma's home, however you could still appreciate the shadow of that cruel animal, the same one that with cold claws made out of grandma a really difficult puzzle to solve. He ate some of the pieces and waited, he waited calmed, he waited and found the sun waking up presenting the little mess he made the night before to himself; but still he waited, he waited until the door opened in one sweet and gentle move along with an inocent voice of hope and curiosity that shouted "Granny... how are you? followed by a mutted scream.

Who are you? You are not my grandmother... a mouth dripping fear said.
-And yet here we are- thought the wolf.

She was allowed tu run for a few seconds before the hunger of the wolf made him run after that delicious prey.

eye ker

However Saturn will always have rings
Mars will always be red
The stars will always shine
unless... unless they die
are you dying sweetheart?
well, who cares?
If the sea has whales
If the park is green
If the christmas tree
it ain't a tree
who cares about you dying
when they have tea
in their cups
tea parties
in a NY loft
who cares about it
when they don't have souls
when they think it can be bought
in stores
when they say
excuse me Sr....
where do you keep
souls in bags?
I'm not that kind
neither I'm kind
however of you dying
I care
because in spite
Saturn will always have rings
and that Mars will always be red
and that the stars will always shine
unless they die
If you're dying sweetheart
I care
even if my tea gets cold
for being in my cup so long
I care
of you
I do

Mrs. November

Dear Mrs. November, I find myself writing this letter to you all because I need to thank you for what you did for me. Work was good, it still is actually. I am leading myself to believe that you helped me through a lot, for example: college stuff; it was always fun finding you trying to mend things without my concern. Don't get me wrong, I loved you for sticking your nose in situations where you were not called. Mrs. November you were good.

In the days that we spent together you helped me find love where I thought I could not, you helped me find friends where I thought I could only find boredom, you helped me find what I love to call now myself. However, the most valuable lesson that I could have learned during this period of our lives is you can always do better I don't know If I got this through and inductive or deductive learning, and I am sure the way it was taught doesn't matter, what matters is that I'm applying it for now on.

I believe that a personal approach can teach you more than any kind of textbook or recording or video or roleplay; and you gave that to me Mrs November. All because of you I had for more than 30 days almost 30 teachers around, such a blessing in my life. From each I learned, how proud you must feel. I learned about always being hungry, craving for laughter, I learned about listening, not only in a PDP way but also listening because you care; I also learned about commitment, commitment for what you believe in, commitment for what you are feeling, commitment for what is always right. I learned about fighting, fighting your desire to go to bed even with mma moves if you felt like you were not succeding. I learned and you can see that. After all you are Mrs. November; a blessing in my life.

I cannot thank you enough, I might never end.

But Mrs. November... you know me Oh so well.