tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484295795639712282024-03-13T16:41:16.876-03:00D is for dangerousThey love you or they hate you, but they will never let you beDani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.comBlogger226125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-64420000230037939372010-06-07T12:40:00.002-03:002010-06-07T13:26:44.122-03:00Need a little time to wake up.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/TA0F0HeCEmI/AAAAAAAABXU/yG-SnBZ3DZY/s1600/Awake.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480042714496111202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/TA0F0HeCEmI/AAAAAAAABXU/yG-SnBZ3DZY/s400/Awake.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Wanna feel what I touch, wanna find what was lost, wanna be kind. As you see every curse, and in a dream it'll work; now you'll feel tied. Wanna praise with this life, and conceal without lies;<span style="color:#ff9900;"> I just need </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">time.</span> Wanna fight every need, every push every string; <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>will you stand by?</em></span> I've been<span style="color:#ff6600;"> awake</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">through </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">the <span style="font-size:130%;">wrong decisions</span></span>, I've held the ground now I'm gaining soul, I bit my tongue through the cold realisations, I've been accused but I've only begun. Wanna speak what I've seen, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">wanna reach </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">what I've dreamed</span></span>, wanna be kind. Wanna seal what I've cut, wanna hear without rush, wanna ease time. With your hand on your loss, our scene truly cost; no one told you. And we grew from the day, into night I'm ashamed I will join you . In the end only once, <span style="color:#ff9900;">all you need is a touch; <span style="color:#ff6600;">wanna see love.</span> </span>Every thought you'll be shown, every act will be known; I defend you. <span style="color:#ff6600;">We'll <span style="font-size:130%;">awake every sound</span>, <span style="color:#ff9900;">every chance I'll be found;</span> I'll be with you.</span></strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"> </span></div><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sí, estaba viva la chica al final.<br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-53028881894431811472010-03-30T18:14:00.000-03:002010-03-30T18:14:26.080-03:00I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S7JVWN0l6UI/AAAAAAAABUg/0Ia2bCZHfTM/s1600/Going+Missing.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454515938854824258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S7JVWN0l6UI/AAAAAAAABUg/0Ia2bCZHfTM/s400/Going+Missing.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>I sleep with my hands across my chest and I dream of you with someone else; <span style="color:#ff9900;">I feed my body with<span style="color:#ff6600;"> things that I don't need</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;">until </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">I sink to the bottom</span>. Don't act like it came as a surprise, <span style="color:#ff6600;">don't believe me </span><span style="color:#ff9900;">even look into these eyes.</span> This cant go on so I should just regret it, regret it, regret it; and <span style="color:#ff9900;">even though <span style="color:#ff6600;">I left you</span> I'll</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">forget it</span>, forget it, forget it. I'm going missing for a while, I've got nothing left to lose; oh, I'll listen to anything. I still remember how you moved and I can taste your scent on my lips. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Well, how it started I will never know, <span style="color:#ff6600;">but now I've <span style="font-size:130%;">reached my limit</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></span> This cant go on so I should just regret it, regret it, regret it; and even though I left you I'll forget it, forget it, forget it. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">I'm <span style="color:#ff6600;">going missing for a while</span>, I've got <span style="color:#ff6600;">nothing left to lose.</span> </span></strong></div><br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;"> .</span> Fuck it! (:</span>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-31035133714709244852010-03-21T19:45:00.001-03:002010-03-21T21:25:43.149-03:00I've been told that I'm going crazy<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S6V8deVjhpI/AAAAAAAABUY/ZW_NADELEIQ/s1600-h/Definition+of+a+Crazy+Person.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450899769803376274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S6V8deVjhpI/AAAAAAAABUY/ZW_NADELEIQ/s400/Definition+of+a+Crazy+Person.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>You were wearing rags, I was wearing pointe shoes; I tried to lay next to you, but you hit the snooze. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">The definition of a <span style="color:#ff6600;">crazy person</span> is someone that does <span style="color:#ff6600;">the same thing</span> over, and over again, <span style="color:#ff6600;">while expecting new results</span>.</span> I cut off my tongue, you started to kiss me; blood trickled down, <span style="color:#ff6600;">don't you ever miss me?</span> Don't you ever miss, meat? Don't you ever minced, meat? Don't you ever mincth, meat? Called up my mama but I couldn't be sweet, so <span style="color:#ff9900;">I <span style="color:#ff6600;">escaped </span>through the window</span> on a rope made of sheets. Got bitten by a squirrel and stepped on a syringe, the view of Manhattan from GW bridge. You said,<em> Honey; </em>I said, <em>Baby. </em><span style="color:#ff9900;">You said,<span style="color:#ff6600;"> </span><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Funny</span>; </em>I said, </span><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Maybe.</span> </em>You say, <em>Hi honey; I</em> say, <em>Hey baby. </em>You asked, <em>Was it funny?; </em>And I said, </strong><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Well,</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">maybe, maybe, </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">maybe, maybe.</span></strong> </em></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-37360550424056987832010-03-18T21:25:00.001-03:002010-03-18T21:25:37.077-03:00In red, blue, green.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S6LDhYTM0VI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ZXv4L0l3STQ/s1600-h/Colour+It+In.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450133477297803602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S6LDhYTM0VI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ZXv4L0l3STQ/s400/Colour+It+In.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div><strong>Let's fight the men of science; cold, calculating, Desperate Dans. <span style="color:#ff9900;">The sex fiends and </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">angry hippies</span>; the schnooky schnooks and the glamour pusses, and the box men and bin men, yes men and no men. And the no way nevers, and the no way nevers, <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">and the</span> no way nevers.</span> Bright young things; <span style="color:#ff6600;">sugars <span style="color:#ff9900;">and </span>spices</span>, slices and dices, and the fools. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Bright young things</span>; sugars and spices, slices and dices, <span style="color:#ff9900;">and the <span style="color:#ff6600;">faithful</span>'s found </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">a way to <span style="font-size:130%;">colour it in.</span></span></strong> </div><br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-17422697180398973602010-03-12T14:42:00.002-03:002010-03-12T16:02:04.636-03:00'Cause I'm like a Rolling Stone.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S5qPiwKHCbI/AAAAAAAABTk/cHdkw5qAU2w/s1600-h/Rockers+To+Swallow.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447824526463666610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S5qPiwKHCbI/AAAAAAAABTk/cHdkw5qAU2w/s400/Rockers+To+Swallow.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div><strong>Tell me <span style="color:#ff6600;">we're <span style="font-size:130%;">rockers to swallow</span></span>, tell me we're knockers to bite . And out of the beats of tomorrow, <span style="color:#ff9900;">tell me what </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">beat </span>fills the <span style="font-size:130%;">night.</span></span> No need for those; it's all over your clothes, it's all over your face, it's all over your nose.<span style="color:#ff9900;"> No <span style="color:#ff6600;">need</span> for <span style="font-size:130%;">those</span></span>; it's all over your clothes, it's all over your face, it's all over your nose.</strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">JAJAJ ni el facebook me deja subir esas fotos. Son tan geniales como desastrosas. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Y con dolor de panza, de cabeza o lo que sea, Luna here we go (:<br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a></div></div></div>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-46923028826160091662010-02-28T20:18:00.000-03:002010-02-28T20:18:15.556-03:00Ten years we've been friends.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S4r4YJQEaZI/AAAAAAAABS8/oZ71gdilRv4/s1600-h/Kids.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443436193314531730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S4r4YJQEaZI/AAAAAAAABS8/oZ71gdilRv4/s400/Kids.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><strong>You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing; you pick the insects off plants, <span style="color:#ff6600;">no time to think of <span style="font-size:130%;">consequences.</span></span> Control yourself, take only what you need from it; a family of trees wantin' to be haunted. Control yourself, take only what you need from it; a family of trees wantin' to be haunted.<span style="color:#ff9900;"> The water is<span style="color:#ff6600;"> warm</span>, but it's sending me shivers</span>; a baby is born, <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">crying out for</span> attention</span>. Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror. Decisions to decisions are made and not fought, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">but I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot</span>; I guess not. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Control yourself, </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">take only what you <span style="font-size:130%;">need</span> from it.</span></strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Los quiero un montón, ¿sabían? ♥<br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a> </div></div>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-68489545751799755942010-02-27T20:28:00.002-03:002010-02-27T20:43:04.290-03:00There's the truth that they can't see.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S38nm3f0ypI/AAAAAAAABR8/wBUjFGpR-Kk/s1600-h/Im+A+Realist.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440110423572794002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S38nm3f0ypI/AAAAAAAABR8/wBUjFGpR-Kk/s400/Im+A+Realist.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">I'm a</span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">realist</span>, I'm a romantic, <span style="color:#ff9900;">I'm an <span style="font-size:130%;">indecisive</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"> piece of shit.</span> I'm a realist, <span style="color:#ff9900;">I'm a </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">romantic</span>, I am indecisive and that's about it. <span style="color:#ff9900;">And you dream that's </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>the same thing,</em></span> that's the same life you lead; I don't agree and so you drink. Don't wanna <span style="color:#ff9900;">think</span>, that's cos your mind is already made up. <span style="color:#ff9900;">I'm a </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">realist</span>, I'm a romantic, I'm an indecisive piece of shit. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>I admit it</em></span>, I'm up to my old tricks; did you see her eyes? Oh, no, I tried. She looked surprised. And you dream that's the same thing, that's the same life you lead; <span style="color:#ff9900;">I don't agree and </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">so you drink.</span> Don't wanna think, that's <span style="color:#ff9900;">cos your mind </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">is </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">already made up.</span> I know that <span style="color:#ff9900;">it's only a matter of time </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">before you know it;</span> I'll be leaving town. Seen it in your eyes, no one will ever do, <span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">no one</span> will ever do </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">for you</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">.</span></div><span style="color:#000000;">. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ese cartel tenía la posta ♥. ¡Que lindas tardes esas que pasamos con los benditos carteles! </span><br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-5016860243696817962010-02-21T19:10:00.002-03:002010-02-21T19:20:07.454-03:00Up to heaven, up forever.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S4GvOE30tfI/AAAAAAAABSE/Vy46KQ46ha8/s1600-h/As+Above,+So+Below.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440822481201182194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S4GvOE30tfI/AAAAAAAABSE/Vy46KQ46ha8/s400/As+Above,+So+Below.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes, and in the pockets of the tide a meeting place by night. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Sequin covered swans </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">that are used to make their own mosaic's</span>; a ceremony comes, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">an exponential fate.</span> The dance of the cosmos shows, the stitches of space that slowly come and go . <span style="color:#ff9900;">The dance of the cosmos shows, </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">as above, <span style="font-size:130%;">so below.</span></span> A whiporwhill in flight, turns east towards westphalia. <span style="color:#ff6600;">In search of <span style="font-size:130%;">lost time</span>, <span style="color:#ff9900;">with the magic of</span> true light.</span> Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of <span style="color:#ff9900;">our themepark</span>; and falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed light.</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a></div>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-81292530877006868312010-02-15T16:43:00.002-03:002010-02-17T13:40:22.633-03:00Take your car and drive away.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S3l-VmNJh3I/AAAAAAAABRM/uktR23tNzAQ/s1600-h/I+Have+To+Go.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438516934524634994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S3l-VmNJh3I/AAAAAAAABRM/uktR23tNzAQ/s400/I+Have+To+Go.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>I live my life the best I can, <span style="color:#ff9900;">but since being here </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">I don't know.</span> Oh! I have to go. Oh! I have to go. I have to go now! <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">You speak your mind but I don't hear words.</span> You take advice from the worst. Oh! I have to go. I say, oh! I have to go.<span style="color:#ff9900;"> I have to go </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>now!</em></span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-22925826432436559182010-01-26T22:18:00.002-03:002010-01-26T22:18:59.760-03:00Celebrate the irony.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S1-UDmYe3mI/AAAAAAAABRE/P6QS0WoiCEk/s1600-h/Is+This+Christmas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431222465195859554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S1-UDmYe3mI/AAAAAAAABRE/P6QS0WoiCEk/s400/Is+This+Christmas.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong>Can you hear the sleigh bells coming around the bend? Here comes our darkest end, Christmas is here. <span style="color:#ff9900;">It’s about <span style="color:#ff6600;">nights extend </span>into the overdraft</span>, to scrape out what is left <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">at the end of the year.</span></em> Turn back to the future off, I’ve seen it before; maybe every year and more <span style="color:#ff9900;">it’s </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">great, <span style="font-size:130%;">but not again.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>What’s that burning? what’s that burning? My mum shrieks down while she’s touching up her brow for when the family arrive. And the red wine plummets down and we should all be in out beds, but it’s right wing versus left til the wings fall off our heads. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>And is this Christmas?</em></span> Is this Christmas? Is this Christmas, my dear?<span style="color:#ff9900;"> Don’t you </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">just love Christmas?</span> Everybody loves Christmas. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Everybody loves Christmas.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#000000;">. </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Esa foto <span style="font-size:100%;">♥</span> JAJAJ. La veo y me acuerdo... las luces -nono jajaja. Los quiero mucho mucho (:<br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a></div>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-7438106959184331742010-01-18T12:29:00.003-03:002010-01-19T12:37:29.674-03:00History books forgot about us.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SyQ5i37kL0I/AAAAAAAABNc/PvhULiaJTfk/s1600-h/Books+From+Boxes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414515923298299714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SyQ5i37kL0I/AAAAAAAABNc/PvhULiaJTfk/s400/Books+From+Boxes.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Night falls and towns become circuit boards; <span style="color:#ff6600;">we can beat the sun <span style="font-size:130%;">as long as we keep moving.</span></span> From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares; and all I know is that you're sat here right next to me. We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe; <span style="color:#ff9900;">right now I feel </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>each and every fragment</em>.</span> This paper trail leads right back to you; you say you need me to step outside. You spent the evening unpacking<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><em> books <span style="color:#ff9900;">from boxes</span></em></span>; you passed me up so as not to break a promise. Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run; <span style="color:#ff9900;">said you knew </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">that <em>this</em> <span style="font-size:130%;">would happen.</span></span> Well, this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too; <span style="color:#ff6600;">why does <span style="font-size:130%;">every let down</span> have to be so <span style="font-size:130%;">thin</span>?</span> Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed; I feel the weight upon your kiss, ambiguous. <span style="color:#ff6600;">You<em> have</em> to leave, <span style="font-size:130%;">I appreciate that</span>;</span> but I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp. Two bodies in motion; this is <span style="color:#ff9900;">a matter of fact</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">, it wasn't built <span style="font-size:130%;">to last.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes; you passed me up so as not to break a promise. Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run; said you knew that this would happen. The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall; <span style="color:#ff9900;">and we decided just to</span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> write after all,<span style="font-size:130%;"> <em>after all.</em></span></span></strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"> </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">. </span><br />este teema ♥ ♥</span><br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-36654899156823075642010-01-12T17:44:00.001-03:002010-01-18T18:34:15.443-03:00She must've been 16 or 18.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S0zevvw8hTI/AAAAAAAABQs/3wVjtBn4b1k/s1600-h/Shes+Only+18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425956562931582258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/S0zevvw8hTI/AAAAAAAABQs/3wVjtBn4b1k/s400/Shes+Only+18.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">She's only 18</span>, don't like the Rolling Stones; she took the shortcut <span style="color:#ff9900;">to being </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">fully grown.</span> She's got that mood ring, a little sister rose; the smell of Springsteen, a pair of pantyhose. The talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette; she said <em>"my man, you know it's time you get your fingers wet".</em> <span style="color:#ff9900;">The last I heard from you, </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">you were screaming <em>"handle it".</em></span> Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head; <span style="color:#ff9900;">the <span style="color:#ff6600;">book of love</span> will long be </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">laughing after you are <span style="font-size:130%;">dead.</span></span> Fascinated by the look of you and what was said; <span style="color:#ff9900;">make a play for <span style="color:#ff6600;">all the brightest minds</span> and <span style="color:#ff6600;">light will shed.</span><br /></span></strong></div><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Gracias a todos por los saludos y demás (:<br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/</a></span>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-21408949534670297182010-01-05T16:18:00.002-03:002010-01-05T16:25:09.907-03:00We'll wish this never ends.<strong></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SrPu1jCBakI/AAAAAAAABCs/vsjPuII-wjE/s1600-h/To+Wish+Impossible+Things.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382908583342074434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SrPu1jCBakI/AAAAAAAABCs/vsjPuII-wjE/s400/To+Wish+Impossible+Things.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Remember how it used to be when the sun would fill up the sky, <span style="color:#ff9900;">remember </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">how we used to feel</span>; those days would never end, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">those days would never end.</span> Remember how it used to be when the stars would fill the sky, <span style="color:#ff9900;">remember how </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">we used to <span style="font-size:130%;">dream</span></span>; those nights would never end, those nights would never end. It was <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>the sweetness of your skin</em></span>, it was the hope of all we might have been; <span style="color:#ff9900;">that fills me with the hope</span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> to wish <span style="font-size:130%;">impossible things</span>.</span> But now the sun shines <span style="color:#ff9900;">cold</span> and all the sky is grey; the stars are dimmed by <span style="color:#ff9900;">clouds</span> and <span style="color:#ff9900;">tears.</span> And all I wish is gone away, all I wish is gone away. <span style="color:#ff9900;">All I wish is </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>gone away.</em></span> </strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Parece que nos iban a fusilar, pero NO! Estábamos pidiendo deseos (? jaja. Quiero frío, quiero Bariló ♥<br />Y ese temita, ese temiita :')</span><br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-89122166847240363922009-12-14T21:22:00.000-03:002009-12-14T21:46:22.801-03:00Wanna be Jim Morrison.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SyW4ziD0YPI/AAAAAAAABOU/ksI-teS8K9w/s1600-h/varias+055.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414937322438549746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SyW4ziD0YPI/AAAAAAAABOU/ksI-teS8K9w/s400/varias+055.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>You've been with me a year to the day; <span style="color:#ff9900;">365 days watching me </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">decay.</span> We used to talk <span style="color:#ff6600;">about <span style="font-size:130%;"><u>girls who play guitars</u></span></span>; we used to talk about plans in tiny bars. In the gaps, inbetween words, are the things that really intrigue me. It's the gasps and the sighs <span style="color:#ff9900;">that say more about </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">what's inside you.</span> We used to climb up on a high horse everytime; we used to talk about boys with missing spines. <span style="color:#ff9900;">It's <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">her life</span> and </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">her life is worth living</span>; it never struck her to pause for one minute. <span style="color:#ff6600;">The path of <span style="font-size:130%;">excess</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">just led to</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">boredom</span></span>; you've lived your life with your mouth wide open. It's her life and her life is worth living; it never struck her just to pause for one minute. When you lie on my bed and you label me <span style="color:#ff9900;">your friend</span>; <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>don't you know how much that hurts?</em></span> You could pretend and I wouldn't know; <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">I could be who you wanted in the dark. </span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/</a></span>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-42994299058519405622009-12-13T17:38:00.001-03:002009-12-13T17:48:34.142-03:00Nostalgy officially begins.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SyVQie3ArOI/AAAAAAAABOE/7VNL2jdLghw/s1600-h/Better+Together.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414822680312458466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SyVQie3ArOI/AAAAAAAABOE/7VNL2jdLghw/s400/Better+Together.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>There's <span style="color:#ff9900;">no combination of </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">words</span> I could put on the back of a postcard; no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Our <span style="font-size:130%;">dreams</span>, </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">they are made out of <span style="font-size:130%;">real things,</span></span> like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Love</span> is the answer, <span style="color:#ff9900;">at least for most of the</span> questions in my heart</span>, like 'why are we here?' and 'where do we go?' and 'how come it's so hard?'. It's not always easy and sometimes <span style="color:#ff9900;">life can be </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">deceiving</span>; I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together. It's always better when we're together; yeah, we'll look at the stars and we're together. <span style="color:#ff6600;">And all of these <span style="font-size:130%;">moments</span></span> just might find their way into my dreams tonight, but I know that they’ll be gone <span style="color:#ff9900;">when the morning light sings </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">and brings new things. </span>For tomorrow night you see that they’ll be gone too; too many things I have to do. But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene, I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Yeah It's always better when we're <u>together</u>.</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Oficialmente, se terminó. <span style="font-size:100%;">Gracias French</span> por tantos años hermosos ♥.</span></div><div><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a></div>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-40660186598683388012009-12-11T14:00:00.006-03:002009-12-11T17:29:21.710-03:00We won't be seventeen forever.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SyKQw3bWokI/AAAAAAAABNU/9Nsw2Xks8ps/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414048871239557698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SyKQw3bWokI/AAAAAAAABNU/9Nsw2Xks8ps/s400/17.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Oh, <span style="color:#ff6600;">she's only <span style="font-size:130%;">seventeen</span></span>; whine, whine, whine, weep over everything. Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street; brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep? Heaving ship too sails away; said <span style="color:#ff9900;">it's a <span style="color:#ff6600;">culmination of a story</span> and a <span style="color:#ff6600;">goodbye</span> session.</span> It's a tick of our time and the tic in his head that <span style="color:#ff9900;">made me feel </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">so strange.</span> So I could call you baby, I could call you dammit; it's a one in a million. Oh, it's the rolling of <span style="color:#ff9900;">your <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Spanish</em></span> </span>tongue that made me wanna <span style="color:#ff6600;">stay.</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Me gusta mucho este tema. Y, bueno, ¿a ustedes dos que les puedo decir? ♥ </span></div><div><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a></div>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-73122326674778524432009-12-09T01:55:00.005-03:002009-12-09T02:22:47.207-03:00Friends will be friends.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SxsH3VhzAXI/AAAAAAAABNE/je0TYXbg__c/s1600-h/We%27re+Going+To+Be+Friends.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411928024468881778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SxsH3VhzAXI/AAAAAAAABNE/je0TYXbg__c/s400/We%27re+Going+To+Be+Friends.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>El otoño está acá, oye el grito; de nuevo a la escuela, suena el timbre. Nuevos zapatos, melancolía caminante; escala el cerco, libros y <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">lapiceras</span>. Puedo decirte que vamos a ser amigas. Camina conmigo, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Suzy</span> Lee, a través del parque y junto al <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">árbol</span>. Descansaremos sobre la tierra y miraremos a todos los bichos que encontremos. Luego <span style="color:#ff9900;">caminaremos a salvo hacia </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">la escuela</span>, sin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ningún</span> sonido. Bueno, acá estamos, no hay nadie más; caminamos a la escuela por nuestra cuenta. Hay suciedad en nuestros uniformes, por perseguir todas las hormigas y los <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gusanos</span>. Nos limpiamos y ahora es tiempo de aprender: números, letras, aprender a deletrear; verbos y libros, y mostrar y decir. En el recreo, vamos a jugar con una pelota; de nuevo a las clases, a través del recibidor, la profesora marcará nuestra altura contra la pared. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Y no nos damos cuenta de <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">como el tiempo pasa</span>, </span>no nos damos cuenta de nada; <span style="color:#ff9900;">nos sentamos<span style="color:#ff6600;"> lado a lado</span> en todas las clases. </span>La profesora piensa que yo sueno graciosa, pero le gusta la forma en que <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">cantás</span>. Esta noche voy a soñar mientras esté en mi cama, cuando tontos pensamientos pasen por mi cabeza sobre bichos y el <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">abecedario</span>. Y cuando me levante mañana, <span style="color:#ff9900;">puedo apostar que <span style="color:#ff6600;">vos y yo vamos a volver a caminar<span style="font-size:130%;"> juntas</span></span>,</span> porque puedo asegurar que vamos a ser <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">amigas.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">La puse en castellano para vos, para la negra más negra de todas (: <span style="color:#000000;">.</span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Gracias por todos estos años de estupideces y buenos momentos. Mañana te espero con los matecitos jaja. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Te quiero muchísimo amiga. Y, como ya te dije, por muchos, muchos años más ♥.</span></div><div><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a></div>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-31978743563547027192009-12-03T16:21:00.000-03:002009-12-03T16:21:00.238-03:00This house is a Circus.<span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SxgNOz-1mwI/AAAAAAAABM8/CgNw3aTYLag/s1600-h/Rodeo+Clowns.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411089500408748802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SxgNOz-1mwI/AAAAAAAABM8/CgNw3aTYLag/s400/Rodeo+Clowns.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Sweeping the floors, open up the doors; turn on the lights, get ready for the night. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Nobody's <span style="color:#ff6600;">romancing</span> cause it's <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>too early for dancing,</em></span> but here comes </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">the music.</span> Bright lights flashing to cover up you; like <span style="color:#ff9900;">so many <span style="color:#ff6600;">people</span>, so many <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">problem</span>, so many <span style="font-size:130%;">reasons</span> to buy <span style="color:#ff6600;">another round</span>,</span> drink it down; just another night on the town. With the big man, money man, better than the other man; he got the plan with the million-dollar, give a damn; when nobody understand, he'll become a smaller man. The bright lights keep flashing and the women keep dancing with the clowns; Pick me up when I'm down. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Rodeo clowns</em></span>, they pick me up when I'm down.</span> The disco ball's spinning, all the music and <span style="color:#ff9900;">the <span style="color:#ff6600;">women</span> and the </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">shots of tequila</span>, man, they'll say that they need ya; <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">what they really need, is just a little room to breathe.</span> A teeny-bopping disco queen, she barely understands; her dreams are belly-button rings and other kinds of things, symbolic of change, but <span style="color:#ff9900;">the thing that is <span style="color:#ff6600;">strange </span>is </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">the change has occurred.</span></strong> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br />JAJAJA, las payasas del French ♥. Las quiero mucho ! </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/</a></span>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-15720924886672340102009-11-30T00:30:00.006-03:002009-11-30T00:44:01.964-03:00And, of course, twelve major chords.<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SxM9x1O6_NI/AAAAAAAABM0/fMUogirb1iw/s1600/Turn+It+Down.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409735503714647250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SxM9x1O6_NI/AAAAAAAABM0/fMUogirb1iw/s400/Turn+It+Down.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Leave your minds </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">open,</span> lift your souls up to the stars. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Memories come to me</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">like stones of</span> sickening sounds</span>; please, help me, turn it down. Keep your ears awake, when the music starts to play. Phrases come to me like stone of sickening sounds; please, help me, turn it down. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Yes, I'm still</span> well alive, <span style="color:#ff9900;">and </span>I've still got <span style="font-size:130%;">this life</span>.</span> Well, your music sounds loud, I can't bear with it now. I prefer to go home where the chords are more sound. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Now I had </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">much enough</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">; <span style="font-size:130%;">help me, please, turn it down.</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"> </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">. </span><br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-47775725220356763472009-11-23T17:36:00.002-03:002009-11-23T17:40:37.172-03:00In my blanket of clouds, dreaming aloud.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SwryRcspeXI/AAAAAAAABLs/QJBwXw0IsfI/s1600/Scenic+World.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407400684186859890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SwryRcspeXI/AAAAAAAABLs/QJBwXw0IsfI/s400/Scenic+World.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SudkSys88wI/AAAAAAAABHI/fl8hlTGMytc/s1600-h/A+Sunday+Smile.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div><strong>The lights go on, the lights go off <span style="color:#ff9900;">when things don't feel</span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> right.</span> I lie down like a tired dog, licking his wounds in the shade. <span style="color:#ff9900;">When I </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">feel <span style="font-size:130%;">alive</span></span>, I try to immagine a <span style="color:#ff6600;">careless</span> life, <span style="color:#ff9900;">a scenic world <span style="color:#ff6600;">where <span style="font-size:130%;">the sunsets are all <em>breathtaking</em></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>.</em></span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</a> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">. . .</span> 7 (:</span>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-79766782425726165492009-11-17T20:43:00.001-03:002009-11-17T20:44:44.994-03:00Good times keep rolling, got to escape now.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SwMX-VmLapI/AAAAAAAABK0/a66j98gm1Ms/s1600/Out+Of+The+Blue.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405190337491331730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SwMX-VmLapI/AAAAAAAABK0/a66j98gm1Ms/s400/Out+Of+The+Blue.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Somewhere along the way, <span style="color:#ff6600;">my <span style="font-size:130%;">hopefulness</span> turned to <span style="font-size:130%;">sadness.</span></span> Somewhere along the way, my sadness turned to<em><span style="color:#ff6600;"> bitterness</span></em>. Somewhere along the way, <span style="color:#ff9900;">my bitterness turned to </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">anger.</span> Somewhere along the way, <span style="color:#ff9900;">my anger turned to <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">vengeance</span>.</span> And the ones that I made pay were never the ones who deserved it; and <span style="color:#ff9900;">the ones who deserved it,</span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em> they'll never understand it.</em></span> Yes, I know I'm goin' to hell in a purple basket; <span style="color:#ff9900;">at least I'll be in </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">another world</span> while you're pissin' on my casket. How could you be so perfect for me? <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Why can't you ignore the things I did before?</span> Somewhere along the way, exacting vengeance gave excitement. Somewhere along the way, that excitement turned to pleasure. Somewhere along the way, <span style="color:#ff9900;">that </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">pleasure turned to <span style="font-size:130%;">madness.</span></span> Sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">And the ones that I made pay were never the ones who deserved it</span>; those who helped me along the way, I smacked them as I thanked them. Yes, I know I'm goin' to hell in a leather jacket; at least I'll be in another world while you're pissin' on my casket. All that I can do is sing a song of faded glory; all you got to do is sit there, look great, and make them horny. <span style="color:#ff9900;">Together we'll</span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> sing songs</span> and tell exaggerated stories about the way we feel today in the night and in the morning. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>How could you be so <span style="font-size:130%;">perfect</span> for me?</em></span> Why can't you ignore the things I did before? Take all your fears, pretend they're all true; take all your plans, pretend they fell through. But that's what it's like,<span style="color:#ff9900;"> that's what it's like </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">for most people in this world.</span></strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"> </span></div><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-53118303373375942182009-11-14T20:17:00.002-03:002009-11-14T20:28:08.791-03:00I don't wanna be told to grown up!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/Sv3r3kuT7-I/AAAAAAAABKU/wgiPcWGfsqQ/s1600-h/The+Good+Life.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403734467897716706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/Sv3r3kuT7-I/AAAAAAAABKU/wgiPcWGfsqQ/s400/The+Good+Life.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>When I look in the mirror, <span style="color:#ff9900;">I <span style="font-size:130%;"><em>can't</em></span> believe </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">what I see.</span> Tell me, who's that funky dude staring back at me? Broken, beaten down; can't even get around without an old-woman cane. I fall and hit the ground, shivering in the cold; <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>I'm bitter and alone.</em></span> Excuse the <em><span style="color:#ff9900;">bitching</span></em>, I shouldn't complain; <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">I should have no feeling, 'cos feeling is pain.</span> As everything I need is denied me, and everything I want is taken away from me; <span style="color:#ff9900;">but who do I got to <span style="color:#ff6600;">blame</span>?</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Nobody but <span style="font-size:130%;">me</span>.</em></span> And I don't wanna be an old woman anymore; it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor, shaking booty, making sweet love all the night. It's time I got back to the good life, it's time I got back, it's time I got back, and <span style="color:#ff9900;">I don't even know how I got off the track. </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">I wanna go back, yeah!</span> Screw this crap, I've had it! I ain't no Mrs. Cool; <span style="color:#ff9900;">I'm a <span style="color:#ff6600;">pig</span>, I'm a <span style="color:#ff6600;">dog</span>.</span> So excuse me if I drool; I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna cause a scene; just need to admit that I want sugar in my tea . Hear me, I want sugar in my tea! I don't wanna be an old woman anymore; it's been a year or two since I was out on the floor, shaking booty, <span style="color:#ff9900;">making <span style="color:#ff6600;">sweet love</span> all the night.</span> It's time I got back <span style="color:#ff9900;">to the </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">good life</span>, it's time I got back, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">it's time I got back.</span></strong></div><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">JAJAJ, cuánta seriedad junta, muchachas ♥<span style="color:#000000;"> .</span> Btw, esa foto sólo me recuerda <span style="font-size:130%;">cómo</span> necesito unas vacaciones YA!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Y cuánto las quiero también, pero ustedes no se lo digan a nadie (:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/</a></span>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-14708401717434965432009-11-10T19:24:00.002-03:002009-11-10T19:30:41.377-03:00Getting older, feeling colder, going wilder.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SvnmDebba2I/AAAAAAAABKM/l_RpHZMB4Zk/s1600-h/Fade+Together.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402602175389723490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SvnmDebba2I/AAAAAAAABKM/l_RpHZMB4Zk/s400/Fade+Together.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>So far away; <span style="color:#ff9900;">come on, I'll take you </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">far away.</span> Let's get away; come on, let's make a get away. <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Once </span>you have<span style="font-size:130%;"> loved someone this much</span></span>; you doubt it could fade. Despite how much you'd like it to; <span style="color:#ff9900;">God, how you'd like it to <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>fade.</em></span> </span>Let's fade together. If we get away, you know we might just stay away; so stay awake, <span style="color:#ff9900;">why the hell should I stay awake<span style="color:#ff6600;"> when you're far away?</span> </span>Oh, God, you are so far away. I looked your wall, saw that old passport photograph; I look like I've just jumped the Berlin Wall. Berlin, I love you; <span style="color:#ff9900;">I'm starting to fade.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#ff6600;">Let's fade together.</span></span></strong></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</a></span>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-87919775452047314472009-11-09T16:08:00.004-03:002009-11-09T16:22:41.331-03:00Say that you'll stay forever and a day.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SvhrdbH70MI/AAAAAAAABKE/-oY1-SQJtKg/s1600-h/I+Want+You+To+Stay.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402185906272325826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/SvhrdbH70MI/AAAAAAAABKE/-oY1-SQJtKg/s400/I+Want+You+To+Stay.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong>I rewrite my life beneath the moonlight; <span style="color:#ff9900;">please <span style="color:#ff6600;">hold me now</span>, 'till my breath </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">runs out.</span> There are many things that I am not, <span style="color:#ff6600;">but there's one thing that <span style="font-size:130%;">I can't deny.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>A double bluff you fed me lines; the shortest cut you're searching for. A mesh of tones surround your eyes; I wish I knew how it came to this. I always said you could rely on me, now it seems that I was wrong. <span style="color:#ff9900;">I want you to stay, </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>I want you to stay with me.</em></span> Cos nothing works round here, where cranes collect the sky; I long for the neon signs of night, cos nothing works round here. </strong><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">You know <span style="color:#ff6600;">the way I feel</span>, </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">can you remember what we had? </span>Why do you think I over take? I speak to you and you say no. A camera runs just to collect;<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"> I wish I knew how it came to this</span>. You know the way I feel, can you remember what we had? As time gets more compressed, you're always my reminder. A lifetime disappears, can you remember what we had? As time gets more compressed, <span style="color:#ff9900;">you're always </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">my reminder</span>, you're always my reminder. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">You know the way I feel.</span></strong></div><span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Demasiado genial el show que dieron ayer ♥<br /><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</a></span>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248429579563971228.post-86802291887068795452009-11-02T14:51:00.001-03:002009-11-02T15:36:01.919-03:00Staring at the sea, staring at the sand.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/Su8mhTwVYbI/AAAAAAAABJc/DcLuuTdMPHA/s1600-h/Wet+Sand.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399576831921054130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTnuWVxJ79c/Su8mhTwVYbI/AAAAAAAABJc/DcLuuTdMPHA/s400/Wet+Sand.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>My shadow side so amplified, keeps coming back dissatisfied; elementary, son, but it's so. <span style="color:#ff9900;">My <span style="color:#ff6600;">love affair</span> with everywhere was </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>innocent</em>, <span style="font-size:130%;">why do you care?</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>Someone start the car, time to go. <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">You're the best I know</span>.</em> My sunny side has up and died, I'm betting that <span style="color:#ff9900;">when we </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">collide </span>the universe will shift into a low. The travesties that we have seen are treating me like Benzedrine; automatic laughter from a pro. My, what a good day for a walk outside; I'd like to get to <span style="color:#ff9900;">know you </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">a little better</span>, baby; <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">God knows that I really tried. </span>My, what a good day for a take out bride; I'd like to say we did it for the better of. I saw you there so unaware, those hummingbirds all in your hair; elementary, son, but it's so. I thought about it and I brought it out; I'm <span style="color:#ff9900;">motivated by </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>the lack of doubt</em></span>, I'm consecrated but I'm not devout. The mother, the father, the daughter, yeah. Right on the verge, just one more dose, I'm traveling from coast to coast. <span style="color:#ff9900;">My <span style="color:#ff6600;">theory </span>isn't perfect,</span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> but it's <span style="font-size:130%;">close.</span></span> I'm almost there, why should I care? <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My heart is hurting</span> when I share someone open up and let it show. </span>You don't form in the wet sand, You don't form at all. You don't form <span style="color:#ff9900;">in the </span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>wet sand</em></span>, I do.</strong></div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">El puto blogger no me deja dejar comentarios. Ja, ja, ja D:<br /></span><a href="http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://velvetglobe.blogspot.com</span></a></div>Dani.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992145046989175123noreply@blogger.com3