tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92143122011-04-21T13:59:00.787-07:00No se que soy, no se quien soy, ni que quiero... pero, se que no soy, se quien no soy, y se que es lo que no quiero. Rescata de las tinieblas el odio que me hace seguir adelante. Los sentimientos que he aprendido a controlar son aquellos que la sociedad me recrimina y son los que yo no estoy dispuesta a descartar.Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214312.post-1104022862493705022004-12-25T16:58:00.000-08:002004-12-25T17:02:17.206-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Tengo </span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">una</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">alfombra</span> <span style="color:#993399;">de</span> <span style="color:#663366;">pelusa</span> <span style="color:#330033;">que</span> <span style="color:#330099;">saque</span> <span style="color:#333399;">del</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">atrapapelusas</span> <span style="color:#6633ff;">de</span> <span style="color:#6666cc;">la</span> <span style="color:#9999ff;">secadora</span><span style="color:#ccccff;">...</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ccffff;">y</span> <span style="color:#66cccc;">es</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">taaaaaann</span> <span style="color:#003333;">suave</span><span style="color:#339999;">!!!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214312-110402286249370502?l=verlorenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214312.post-1102875502998834512004-12-12T10:18:00.000-08:002004-12-12T10:25:33.126-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/2652/640/blind.1.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/2652/320/blind.1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p> <br />Nunca me he rendido ante nada, siempre he conseguido lo que deseo... hasta que el llego... ya no hay mas por que luchar... la muerte empieza aqui... <br /> <br />I’m giving up the ghost of love <br />in the shadows cast on devotion <br />She is the one that I adore <br />creed of my silent suffocation <br />Break this bittersweet spell on me <br />lost in the arms of destiny <br />Bittersweet <br />I won’t give up <br />I’m possessed by her <br />I'm bearing her cross <br />She's turned into my curse <br />Break this bittersweet spell on me <br />lost in the arms of destiny <br />Bittersweet <br />I want you <br />I’m only wanting you <br />And I need you <br />I’m only needing you <br />Break this bittersweet spell on me <br />lost in the arms of destiny <br />Break this bittersweet spell on me <br />lost in the arms of destiny <br />Bittersweet... <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214312-110287550299883451?l=verlorenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214312.post-1102714265928217382004-12-10T13:24:00.000-08:002004-12-10T13:31:05.926-08:00In this world you tried <br />not leaving me alone behind. <br />There's no other way. <br /><strong>I prayed to the gods let him stay. <br /></strong>The memories ease the pain inside, <br />now I know why. <br /> <br /><strong>All of my memories keep you near. <br />In silent moments imagine you here. <br />All of my memories keep you near. <br />Your silent whispers, silent tears. <br /></strong> <br /><strong>Made me promise I'd try <br />to find my way back in this life. <br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I hope there is a way <br />to give me a sign you're ok</span></strong>. <br />Reminds me again it's worth it all <br />so I can go on. <br /> <br /><strong>Together in all these memories <br />I see your smile. <br /></strong>All the memories I hold dear. <br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Darling, you know I will love you <br />until the end of time</span></strong> <br />All of my memories.... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214312-110271426592821738?l=verlorenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214312.post-1102293655958694122004-12-05T18:43:00.000-08:002004-12-05T16:40:55.960-08:00Por que me dejaste dime vida mia <br />Sin decirme nada dejandome solo triste sin tu amor <br />Me clavaste un puñal que acabo con mi vida <br />Lo clavaste en la espalda pues no me di cuenta de tu falsedad <br /> <br />Como iba yo a saber <br />Que ya no me querías <br />Como iba yo a saberlo si yo estaba ciego y loco por tu amor <br />Como iba yo a saber <br />Que ya no me querias <br />Como iba yo a saberlo si te sigo amando igual que el primer día <br /> <br />Y pensar que llegue a decir que yo podía vivir sin ti <br /> <br />Por que me dejaste dime vida mia <br />Sin decirme nada dejandome solo triste sin tu amor <br />Me clavaste un puñal que acabo con mi vida <br />Lo clavaste en la espalda pues no me di cuenta de tu falsedad <br /> <br />Como iba yo a saber <br />Que ya no me querías <br />Como iba yo a saberlo si yo estaba ciego y loco por tu amor <br />Como iba yo a saber <br />Que ya no me querias <br />Como iba yo a saberlo si te sigo amando igual que el primer día <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214312-110229365595869412?l=verlorenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214312.post-1101664977897872592004-11-28T12:00:00.000-08:002004-11-28T10:06:57.000-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No sueltes mi mano, no me abandones ahora... quedate, porfavor quedate... no me abandones... se que me escuchas, escuchame llorar y gritar por ti.... y si te vas, porfavor avisame... y despidete ok?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center">You know with each day that passes by <br />I pray to God I'll never forget who you are <br />You mean everything to me <br />I love you <br />I pray.. I pray <br /> <br />You were in my dreams before I even knew <br />there was a you and me <br />Now I can't wait to see your smile <br />When I wake up each day it makes it worthwhile <br />With the kind of love you plant inside <br />especially with a heart so empty as mine <br />all the soft tenderness is the one thing that I don't want to miss <br /> <br />I pray when its time for me to say goodbye <br />I'll never forget looking in your eyes <br />I pray that I'll feel your touch <br />and that God doesn't forget about our love <br />I pray when I close my eyes <br />I can still see visions of you on my mind <br />I pray that I'll see you in another life <br />I pray that your still by my side <br />I pray... <br /> <br />Everything that you gave to meonly comes in a fantasy <br />It seems like life goes so fastbut in this time <br />I wanna make it last (I pray) <br />I hate that we live to diebut only God knows why (I pray) <br />We all have a purposeand to see you again it'll be worth it <br /> <br />I wish that I can stop time <br />I wish that I could rewind <br />to the very beginning of every second of my life <br />To ask God on my hands and knees <br />to never let me forget all my special memories <br />see I'm only promised today and if it's my time to go <br />I don't want the love of my life to ever fade away <br />So one last time let me open my eyes <br />to see what my life used to be like...</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214312-110166497789787259?l=verlorenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214312.post-1101175625731502032004-11-22T20:09:00.000-08:002004-11-22T18:07:05.730-08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;">Se que no pertenezco ahi, se que no soy bienvenida en uno de los dos extremos... por esa razon y mas...</span> <br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"></span> <br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">... he decidido quiatarme de enmedio....</span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"></span> <br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Ich bin nicht der Grund für Ihre Kämpfe, ich bin nicht das schuldige von Ihrem unhappines... ich liebe dich beide..., aber ich bin müde, in der Mitte zu sein</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214312-110117562573150203?l=verlorenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214312.post-1100967737085044422004-11-20T10:18:00.000-08:002004-11-20T08:24:43.433-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Smoke <br />By Natalie Imbruglia <br />Album: Left on the middle</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My lullaby <br />Hung out to dry <br />What's up with that <br />It's over</span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <br />Where are you dad <br />Mom's looking sad <br />What's up with that <br />It's dark in here <br /> <br /><strong>Why, bleeding is breathing <br /></strong>You're hiding underneath the smoke in the room <br />Try, <strong>bleeding is believing</strong> <br /><strong>I used to</strong> <br /><strong></strong> <br /><strong>My mouth is dry <br />Forgot how to cry <br />What's up with that <br />You're hurting me <br />I'm running fast <br />Can't hide the past <br />What's up with that <br />You're pushing me</strong> <br /> <br /><strong>Why, bleeding is breathing <br />You're hiding underneath the smoke in the room <br />Try, bleeding is believing <br />I used to <br />I used to <br />Why, bleeding is breathing <br /></strong>You're hiding underneath the smoke in the room <br />Try, bleeding is believing <br />I saw you crawling on the floor <br />Why, bleeding is breathing <br />You're hiding underneath the smoke in the room <br />Try, bleeding is believing <br />I saw you crawling to the door <br />Why,bleeding is breathing <br />You're hiding underneath the smoke in the room <br />Try,bleeding is believing <br />I saw you falling on the floor <br /></span> <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214312-110096773708504442?l=verlorenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214312.post-1100740015052725542004-11-17T19:59:00.000-08:002004-11-17T17:50:16.290-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Llegando a este punto ya no entiendo nada, ya no se nada. Solo se que tengo 19 años terrestres y tengo tantas ganas d arrojar mi amor, mi profundo amor, mi apasionado amor, hacia todo lo que me rodea, que forma parte de mi mismo, que es yo mismo que procede conmigo sobre esta bola de tierra que holgazanamente mueve la cola por un arrabal de espacio. Solo se que estoy feliz de ser lo que soy, que soy el azul en una paleta de acuarelas, que busco el silencio colmado de perfumes dulces, que estoy feliz del vacío, del vacío, vacío, del vacío que no encierra nada, ni siquiera felicidad, que estos signos son parte de mi dimensión situación.</span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Eros Alessi</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214312-110074001505272554?l=verlorenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Verlorenes Seelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564394291638007470noreply@blogger.com1