..my.last.offender..

26.9.04

i´m sitting here, in a boring room...

it´s weird how u can´t live without water but u don´t like when it rains a lot...
it´s fun how once you are singing: "why does it always rain on me?..." and the next day the song is: "i´m only happy when it rains...". It´s kind of fun, the way we change our minds from one moment to another so we can easily adapt to the circunstances... it´s kind of funny that i write in english because i feel it like a more free language, it´s kind of funny as i don´t support the way the "gringos" define freedom...
once anabel told me that i was better when writting in english... weird thing... maybe because of my lack of vocabulary or the obsesive thought that my english will be useful someday
i like to write in english, and if i haven´t made this blog an english-written page before maybe it´s because my mother couldn´t read it... kind of funny, mom rarely visit this site...
funny thing, i want to write, but i don´t know what i want to write, well... maybe i do know but i don´t want it to flow out... like when u want to solve an equation but it won´t come out for a while and when finally it comes out, u find that 0=0 (another solution is x=x)
funny thing, i´m here writing... chatting with myself... mumbling about an inexistent dilema... just writing for the pleassure of writting... in english...
and wishmaster said something about the "change of target marketing"... yup, maybe it will do, if someday this site gets more visitors...
yeah, if you know someone who doesn´t have a thing to do, bring him here, it may found the site interesting...
funny thing, it may be interesting, but it may not too...

what?

| 1 comments now | Ark slacked at 8:15 p.m. |

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21.9.04

something so deceiving...

...when you stop believing
turn me around again
i said we couldn't do it
and maybe u wanna do it again...
now i´m blue...
i can´t think straight, i´m kind of shocked, what we´ve done recently is some serious stuff, and... wow, i mean, we can´t just forget and erase the past, in fact i can say that it was great, but i don´t have any clever studied line to explain what happened, how we let this happen...
i don´t know what to say, i don´t know how u feel, i don´t know if i should be writting this here... i don´t even know if u are going to check the blog again...
i´m kind of depressed, maybe u too... um, let´s try to move out and keep our sanity at good levels...

| 0 comments now | Ark slacked at 9:56 p.m. |

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12.9.04

tengo miedo...

hoy tengo miedo de salir otra vez
tengo miedo de encontrarte como aquella vez
los nervios me traicionan, me derrota el estres
se que puedo arrepentirme despues
hoy tengo miedo de salirte a buscar
tengo miedo de poderte encontrar
tengo miedo de tus ojos, tengo miedo de hablar
tengo miedo de quererte besar
me digo: no seas tonto
no seas tan esceptico, no trates de escapar
hoy tengo miedo de volver a bailar
tengo miedo que te puedas burlar
me dan miedo las personas, no quiero manejar
tengo miedo que me pueda gustar
hoy tengo miedo de salir otra vez
tengo miedo de volver a caer
me dan miedo las mentiras, ya no tengo mas fe
tengo miedo de volver a creer
y digo: no seas tonto
no seas tan esceptico, no trates de escapar
no todos son tan malos, no todo esta mal
no todos son villanos queriendote matar
no todo esta perdido, ni se va a acabar
la vida es un pic-nic
no todos son tan malos, no todo esta mal
no todos son villanos queriendote matar
no todo esta perdido, ni se va a acabar
la vida es un pic-nic
y digo: no seas tonto
no seas tan esceptico, no trates de escapar
no todos son tan malos, no todo esta mal
no todos son villanos queriendote matar
no todo esta perdido, ni se va a acabar
la vida es un pic-nic
no todos son tan malos, no todo esta mal
no todos son villanos queriendote matar
no todo esta perdido, ni se va a acabar
la vida es un pic-nic

hoy tengo miedo de volver a escribir,
tengo miedo de lo que pueda salir...

| 0 comments now | Ark slacked at 1:14 a.m. |

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