Before the Dawn...
Beyond...
sábado, 23 de abril de 2011
This is not your home, not your world,
Not the place where you should be.
And you understand, deep in your heart,
"Though you didn't want to believe."
Now you feel so lost in the crowd
Wondering if this is all,
If there's something beyond.
Beyond these people, beyond this noise,
Beyond night and day, beyond heaven and hell.
Beyond you and me.
Just let it be,
Just take my hand and come with me,
Come with me...
And run, fly away, don't look back,
"They don't understand you at all,
Not the place where you should be.
And you understand, deep in your heart,
"Though you didn't want to believe."
Now you feel so lost in the crowd
Wondering if this is all,
If there's something beyond.
Beyond these people, beyond this noise,
Beyond night and day, beyond heaven and hell.
Beyond you and me.
Just let it be,
Just take my hand and come with me,
Come with me...
And run, fly away, don't look back,
"They don't understand you at all,
They left you alone in the dark
Where nobody could see your light."
Do you dare to cross the door?
Do you dare to come with me
To the place where we belong?
Beyond these people, beyond this noise,
Beyond night and day, beyond heaven and hell.
Beyond this smoke, beyond this planet,
Beyond lies and truths, beyond life and death.
Beyond you and me.
Just let it be,
Where nobody could see your light."
Do you dare to cross the door?
Do you dare to come with me
To the place where we belong?
Beyond these people, beyond this noise,
Beyond night and day, beyond heaven and hell.
Beyond this smoke, beyond this planet,
Beyond lies and truths, beyond life and death.
Beyond you and me.
Just let it be,
"Just take my hand and come with me,
Come with me..."
Come with me..."
[No]
Can't you see.?
I'm still loving you...
Still my heart cannot let go of you
(say no)
Say that it can't be
that in your heart you're still waiting for me
that you'll wait for me...
(say no)
Because of you I still can't find sleep
Oh can't you see I'm still loving you...
lunes, 18 de abril de 2011
And his words would come to my mind "en fin..."
theres nothing I can do about it
just a sudden rush of hatred...]
I'm loosing control of my emotions
of my thoughts, my actions
I guess I am somewhat like my father...
hatred running through my veins
I'm loosing control of everything...
[I want to kill them, strangle them to death and see their blood in my hands...
Until his voice brings me be back to reality...
And again I melt under his lips
Love&Hate...
...Sono solo uno scrittore inutile
lunes, 11 de abril de 2011
"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning."
-Haruki Murakami
Memories...
martes, 5 de abril de 2011
"Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart."
Sacrifices
you cannot change what is already there and who he already is, my friend.
You cannot change the situation, so don't get frustrated about it.
Learn to move on, learn to deal with this as an adult,
learn to take this as an obstacle and overcome it like a rational adult would.
Learn to keep your personal life private; that way, whatever you have between you and him are SOLELY for you and him.
Learn that you need not always tell the whole world everything, there's no need to report whatever you have done with him in public.
If you are not in a position to make changes,
then learn to make the best out of them.
Have patience, have rationality, have selflessness,
all in the name of love.
Believe me, I stood there in your shoes.
And believe me, any relationship is nothing without sacrifices.
Sacrifices make a relationship all the more worth it.
Sacrifices are what made us today.
You will not learn about someone and yourself without sacrificing something.
You will not see what's right or wrong without sacrificing something.
And above all, you cannot love someone properly without sacrificing something.
It's not going to be easy,
hell, it will be the most difficult thing to do (other than going into labour).
But I will tell you one other thing, it will be worth every tear you have shed and every second you have waited.
And you will find a light that will help you through the darkness.
- Haruki Murakami
Storm
"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
-Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
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