( i me mine ): Je ne peux pas lever la tête :(

17.6.08

Je ne peux pas lever la tête :(

OMFG, horrible day .. what can I do in days as this?-suicide is exaggerated hahas xd, but this was one of those days when you wake up and you know it will be awful!. Even my friend Tefi feel it when she said "there's something negative in the air, something happens".
fact, anything horrible happened (except the issue of Biology and everything that brought with it) but actually there was something in the air, I want to mourn all day. Some time ago I feel that I need a shoulder in which cry or shout, but I feel so alone. And the saddest is that there're so many people beside me, but it's as they don't exist. We laugh a lot and spend wonderful moments, but I don't feel filled.
In short, it was not only today but I felt this long ago.
Must be for miss you so much :( - subliminal message xD PAUL IS DEAD (?)

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Mientras mi guitarra dulcemente llora.

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping; While my guitar gently weeps; I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping; Still my guitar gently weeps; I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love; I don't know how someone controlled you; They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning; While my guitar gently weeps; With every mistake we must surely be learning; Still my guitar gently weeps; I don't know how you were diverted; You were perverted too; I don't know how you were inverted; No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping; While my guitar gently weeps; Look at you all...Still my guitar gently weeps.

Blanca Reina.

So sad her eyes smiling dark eyes; So sad her eyes as it began; On such a breathless night as this; Upon my brow the lightest kiss; I walked alone. And all around the air did sway; My lady soon will stir this way; In sorrow known.
The white queen walks; And the night grows pale; Stars of lovingness in her hair; Heeding unheard pleading one word.
So sad my eyes she cannot see; How did thee fare, what have thee seen; The mother of the willow green; I call her name.
And 'neath her window have I stayed; I loved the footsteps that she made; And when she came.
White queen, how my heart did ache; And dry my lips, no word would make; So still I wait.
My goddess hear my darkest fear; I speak too late; It's for evermore that I wait; Dear friend goodbye; No tears in my eyes; So sad it ends as it began.