Loneliness

She sat, just like that,

she sat in the middle of the land where

she supposed to find a path.

She just got tired to walk after a

long, long, lonely journey.

Her muses were gone and her words had run dry.

A cold desert was now her world.

Nights are longer now

that her eyes can not find her star in sky.

One by one they were gone.

Sat there as if waiting for something,

she stares at a pack of forsaken heirlooms

inherited by the one that as ashes,

now lied into a clay urn in a seal chest

in a dilapidated gravier somewhere away.

Apropiado

Me gusta esta canción! en realidad creo q me gusta todo el album -propaganda, propaganda jajajajaja- expresa, creo, muchas de las cosas en las que pienso y comparto muchas opiniones, las letras suenan como algo que yo podría decir o al menos pensar -sentir quizá...

Lyrics | Paramore lyrics - Misguided Ghosts lyrics

My last even lightER- reading

Mostly Memoirs of a Geisha, but in a comic book version! maybe that´s one of the reasons I like the "mademoiselle buterfly" manga, besides it was a very romantic and happy-ending story type of story. The guy, to whom the main character is in love with, is a tatto artist.... anyways, a nice story, almost like memoirs of a Geisha -she was a geisha apprentice- but without that much suffering amount.

*even lighER reading? well, the books I normally read just for the pleasure are my "light reading" usually they´re longer than a hundred pages, and every body says it must be difficult to read those but it is easy for me, but this maybe most people would think is useless to read, but it is even more "light" -though still long- that´s why I think it is my "even lighter reading" or something like that ^^ whatever, right? jajajaja

my current light-reading

dos n un solo día! bueno... mi lectura de esta semana: the sorrows of young Werther -segunda lectura, ahora en inglés ^^- y los sonetos de Shakespeare. My favorito: el 116 *no creo en eso del amor eterno pero siempre me llaman la atención las utopías... quiza s mi subconsciente queriendo creer* /si, como no!/

 116

 Let me not to the marriages of two minds

 Admit impediments. Love is not love

 Wich alters when it alteration finds,

 Or bends with the remover to remove.

 O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

 That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

 It is the star to every wand´ering bark,

 Whose worth´s unknown, although his height be taken.

 Love´s not Time´s fool, though rosy lips and cheecks

 Within his bending sickle´s compass come;

 Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

 But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error, and upon me prov´d

I never writ, nor no man ever lov´d.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WOFLpmDbIs&feature=related

ashhhhh!!

Am I no longer control my own mind, my own thoughts??!!

It seems they´ve gotten life of their own, completely appart

And they are rebel -causeless ones- and I´ve allowed it all along...

Dream... or memory?

I´m quite sure my eyes were closed, still I could see somehow. The light seemed dim. Someone was with me. I knew that somone. I know that someone. My arms were around this somebody quite in a significative and inviting way. The dream of a hug? or the memory of it? It felt so real that its hard to believe it was just a dream; but the vivid sensation of it makes hard to believe it was just a memory, after all, memories are not that stong, they do not wake the senses that much. My eyes were close that much I know...

Haiku of the heart

Blush, blush, blush

Fast heart rate

Expectations on you words

Anticipation of a fantasy

sé que no soy buena en ello, pero he quedado prendada de los haiku...