Era un dia cualquiera quizas no lo esperaba
para que mentir si te marchaste de mis sabanas
el infinito se hace eterno con cada palabra
y ahora que no estas nuestra historia quedo atras

Te abro el corazon para que escuches lo que siento
has sido especial y siempre te llevare dentro
si es cuestion de confesar realmente lo que pienso
no pense jamas que llegaria el ultimo beso

Ni verte marchar de la manera en que lo hiciste
si pensabas irte para que coño volviste
dejando caricias derramadas de un quizas
dejando mil lineas de este cuento sin final

Vallas donde vallas te mandare mis fuerzas
aunque me fallaras juro no tenerlo en cuenta
el corazon perdona en medida de lo que ama
y tu te preguntas si existira algo mas

Quiero que sonrias y que seas feliz con todo
pero no te engañes para ver todo a tu modo
disfruta el instante y disfruta del momento
no te agobies por los tiempos y camina lento

Valora esa gente que realmente te comprende
deja un lado todo aquella que esta por quien eres
separa los limites de los tiempos pasados
puede que mañana incluso me hayas olvidado

Le he pedido a dios que te guie en cada paso
que te de esa fe con la que un dia a mi te trajo
le he contado al viento que eres especial
que guardo palabras que no olvidare jamas
hoy le he dicho al mundo que juntos creamos
mil excusas por las cuales ya no nos soñamos
persigo tus huellas aunque aveces me haga daño
te dare mis fuerzas aunque desprecies mi mano

Hoy tu vida cambia y los paisajes junto a ella
pero es de nosotros el deber de mantenerla
valorar los dias y los detalles pequeños
no es dejar atras el hecho de decir adios

Cuenta cuantas veces has terminado en llanto
resta todas esas que pensaste aver amado
todo lo que sube dicen que acaba bajando
y es entonces cuando tu alma reclama los labios

Si es cuestion de confesar realmente lo que pienso
no pense jamas que llegarias hacerme esto
pero el tiempo es sabio y ayuda a perdonar
personas asi dicen que es mejor olvidar

Pero antes de irme quiero que te quede claro
dudo que algun dia te amen como yo te amado
separa los limites de los tiempo pasados
puede que mañana incluso me hayas olvidado


si es cuestion de confesar realmente lo que pienso..
no pense jamas que llegaria el ultimo beso..

si es cuestion de confesar realmente lo que pienso..
no pense jamas que llegarias hacerme esto..

Le he pedido a dios que te guie en cada paso
que te de esa fe con la que un dia a mi te trajo
le he contado al viento que eres especial
que guardo palabras que no olvidare jamas
hoy le he dicho al mundo que juntos creamos
mil excusas por las cuales ya no nos soñamos
persigo tus huellas aunque aveces me haga daño
te dare mis fuerzas aunque desprecies mi mano.



(Si, se que esta cancion y la artista es muy pija. Pero siento que es con lo que mas me identifique.)


Might as well I would say not too many people has the courage to face reality.
I realized I've had so many opportunities to get to where I wanna be at in life, but everytime I get a chance I find some way to run from it or not do it, or make up some lame excuse. . 
Because some days when i hit reality i cry the heck out of me... Is it that I created an imaginary world inside my head just to avoid what really is going on?
I take care of my responsibilities and my daily life tasks. But when it comes the time to be in silence and think over stuff that might probably be the most important for me in my heart... I just break down in tears.
Sometimes when you have painful memories you do not always want to carry on with them the whole time, so what's the solution...
MY solution...ignore them.
Lame but true. A world of fantasies created by my mind is what keeps me alive...
Do am I just escaping in a cowardly way from life, or is it a measure I took to keep me alive.
It sounds pathetic coz someone would say: "Do you need an imaginary world to keep you alive?"
YES.....
If  I stop myself and see through what's making me feel this way I'd say is just crap I never dedicated time to fix when I had the chance to. Because I was so selfish and self-centered to even care about. Worried about shitty problems that never helped me at all.
I want her to stop crying, I want him to pay her more attention, I wish I had never said that, Am I doing this for my future even though I'm so unhappy doing it?. I wish he would be right next to me and hug me again...Sometimes I laugh for no reason because it's fun to remember how beautiful was to say "Todays an special day I better get up". I miss taking that puppy for a walk. I miss getting drunk with my best friend in life and actually no be ashame to show my happiness in public.I wish I could walk in the middle of a crowd and be smiling again. I miss going downtown just to see familiar faces all over the place and still think that's wonderful.All those things I miss and wish... are they really worth it....
is this the price I've to pay just to be "someone" in life?
Money apparently takes lots of things from your life but I do not deny that also helps you to approach happiness.
This masquerade I'm wearing is the key of my current situation in life.
The biggest problem is my fear to fight what really makes me sad without this masquerade.

I did that already once. And I found myself alone.


Silent scape, reality must die.


Si pensabas irte para que coños volviste?
Y todas estas cosas que nunca suspiste
Aun hay mucho mas que quiero decirte..
En fin puede que mañana incluso me hayas olvidado.
Donde?
Donde iremos de aqui ahora que sabras que....
Me han mentido tantas veces que ya no diferencio la verdad entre palabras que se van y vienen.
Y esque quizas todo tenga un principio y un final
la vida cambia y con ella todo; lo dificil es mantenerse como siempre.
Solo quien te quiere de verdad permanecera a tu lado siempre.
date cuenta.                                                                                                                                                                                                                       


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        






Gracias por hacer de mi navidad algo increible. (Christmas 2009)









Estas fotos son mias: Original de Sadice Crimson





There was... there was a girl who could only live on lemonade, or her parents were really old and rubbish and just kept giving it to her til the point where she couldn't have anything else, or they were really nice, and only gave it to her because they really liked her - I can't decide that bit. She could only live on lemonade; if she didn't have lemonade, she'd die and her parents were gonna die soon too 'cause they had something wrong with them like... their blood was blue or something like that... and she had a brother but he was really stupid, so no one really cared about him, they just wanted their little girl to live.

The only trouble is... no one thought about her brother... she was in a bottle. He was on his own, and no one thought about him... they just left him. So he sat by her, her brother. He sat by her in the bottle and 'cause lemonade helped her eye sight she could see him really clearly through the sides, even though the glass was... as thick as a skull. And 'cause it was the countryside, there was nothing for him to eat, nothing for him to buy... and he was starving, and she could see that... and there was no one looking after him, and 'cause he was a bit stupid he couldn't really look after himself, and it kept on raining, so he was getting a bit rusty. 

She was having an amazing time in the lemonade but, she knew she had to help him... so she swam to the surface, but she couldn't get out - it was too far away, this bottle was too big. She knew she had to do something, he was getting worse and worse, and he was really hungry and thirsty, and he started eating grass and puking up all the time. So she tried to think of some plan for it, all she knew is that he needed her with him. All she could do was watch him puke his guts up on the other side of the glass.

And then bingo.... she knew... she started to drink. She drank and she drank and she drank... and this was a lot of lemonade... enough to last until she died. 'Cause her parents wanted her to live for ages, but she drank... every last drop, until she was in an empty bottle, but that was no good - she still couldn't get out. But that was okay, because she just waited until she had a big one stored up... 'Cause she drank all the pop, - she drank all the lemonade - she started to fart. it was slow at first, but then it was really loud and hard, and she blew her way out of the bottle, straight through the top like a rocket.

Then she stopped her brother eating grass, and they went and found a nice little house to live in together, her and her brother. And it turned out that drinking all that lemonade had cured her, 'cause she never wanted it again... She had orange for the rest of her life...'



Wake up early

Coffee

Light a Cigarette.

=

So happy I could die.<3




 Such a wonderful feeling when you wake up around 7 am just ready to prepare some coffee, turn the TV on, open the curtains, stretch.



Light a cigarette!!! Relax and take a look how the sun starts coming out.


 



And finally what else would be better if I could have Starbucks close to me. 
AND I DO! thank God.



=

So happy I could Die and ready for a new day
<3










Some other thing I love to do when I've 9 ams on Mondays -_-



Since I live in-campus I'm not too far away from my classroom.
so I love walking with a coffee and of course listening music. Plus
a little bit of exercise is never too bad. (:!

HOWEVER!

Spending more than 40$ just in coffee is a BIG PAIN ONE THE ASS so I support home made coffee, It's easy
fast, and you have more control of your ingredients.
I'm kind of trying to save some extra money for a frappuccino machine xP lol
but i guess that'll come after I GET A DECENT JOB.
Anyways I enjoy doing my mornings very comfortable.




 Japanese culture believes that regular tasks in human life wouldn't be so monotonous if we could try to do some kind of ritual or ceremony for every regular activity. In that way we would enjoy more every day and appreciate every minute of it <3


Ohh sweet Caramel Frapuccino
J'ADORE!!!




 



As again I would say this is one of those days when I love to remember you.
It's 3 in the morning, it's too cold for going outside.
Smoking a cigarettes is painful now, but I guess it doesn't matter. Because I'm here.
Remembering you, remembering how fun was to stare at nothing but at the same time
feeling your arms around me.
"It was suppose to be a romantic date, but I guess things doesn't go as I always wanted. But at least you do, you always go as I wanted"
Leafs are flying and time faded away those memories. At least for a while.
But you're not here now, and probably you might have said the same phrase a thousands times already.
But you're not here and it's quite different.
Quite different that what we meant to be never actually happened.
And if you do remember this is because in you heart did happened.
Not physically...
What we where meant to be was...
Something that never happened.

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