Don't think, just feel

Well I'm banking on the fact that once my cruel intentions pass that
I'll be charming, witty and sweet enough for you.
But as I'm walking down this road I realize my shoes are gone
and my hair is matted to my neck from this morning dew.

And I can't be, all of what you need.
But I'll be wise & strong until my bones grow weak.
And I can't prove...that I am, good enough.
But I can promise I'm as good as I can be
if you'd only see that you move me with your frequencies.

Once my silly notions pass I realize that the task
is bigger than my small hands are able to do.
But I know I would fight the past & brave the darkest of all men.
And I would swim across the ocean if you asked me to.

Once my hair grows long, in the summer sun
You'll see that I can be your kind favorite letter.
And when this town burns down we'll walk out hand in hand
You're the only reason this place had any color.


- by Torrie James.

Gotas de cristal

It's a bad night to be alone
but that's the way it goes.
And I think of you whenever life gets me down,
I think of you whenever you're not around
and you rest your bones
somewhere far from my house
Yeah, but you still pull me home.

Inside, then outside for good

~ Did you really think it was gonna end, just like that?

And they say...

Good things don't end with 'eum,' they end with 'mania' or 'teria.'

Tonight. Insight.

Please just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do
Be with me please I beseech you
Simple things, that make you run away
Catch you if I can.

I shine so bright when you're around, ♥

Who's to say that we're not good enough?
and who's to say that this is not our love?

Mother don't tell me friends are the ones that I lose
'cause they'd bleed before you
and sometimes family are the ones you'd choose
It's too late now
I hold on to this life I found.

And who's to say we won't burn it out?
and who's to say we won't sink in doubt?
Who's to say that we won't fade to gray?
Who are they anyway? Anyway they don't know.

El polo opuesto de la sublime seriedad del entusiasmo

La paciencia es la conciencia clara y actual de que hay males mayores que los presentes en este momento y que por el hecho de huir o defendernos de éstos con violencia podríamos hacer que aquéllos viniesen. - El coraje es evidentemente una especie de paciencia. -
La paciencia es por ello una cualidad sumamanente apreciable, pues la persona paciente recibe no los máximos males, sino sólo los males presentes.

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Para saber cuánta felicidad puede recibir uno en la vida lo único que se necesita es saber cuánta felicidad puede dar.

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El conocer acompaña a la voluntad como el arcoiris a la lluvia. Pura pluralidad y movimiento es la voluntad, y eso mismo es la lluvia; pura unidad y quietud es el arcoiris , y eso mismo es el conocer. Y, sin embargo, tanto el arcoiris como el conocimiento también como condición y base su antítesis total, la lluvia y la voluntad.

芸者

You cannot say to the sun, "More sun." Or to the rain, "Less rain." To a man, geisha can only be half a wife. We are the wives of nightfall. And yet, to learn kindness after so much unkindness, to understand that a little girl with more courage than she knew, would find her prayers were answered, can that not be called happiness? After all these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind.

All of my darkest fears

Mientras estudiaba para Exégesis, encontré este párrafo que escribí hace unos años:

"When I was a child, I had a strange fear of moths. I used to scream very loud and run away everytime I saw one of them. After some time, not only I stopped having this fear but also I kept the moths in boxes, fed them and named them"

I can hear the unsatisfying silence

{UO - 17/12/08}

In a deep breath it all starts to change.
Flip my world inside out, honestly I like it better this way
When I mesh the night through the back of my eyes.

I've been swallowed up alive,
Shut down
Building from the inside out
I can finally walk through the walls.

Heroes and thieves

Quisiera tener un don, un superpoder para poder entrar en la mente de las personas que más me importan y ayudarlas de la manera que sea. Pero me voy a tener que conformar con ser 'normal', ¿no? (aunque conociendomé, también haría alguna que otra maldad...).