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Tell me if he knows you half as much as I do. Tell me if he has the sense To find the exact point That makes you explode when you make love. Reply
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I'm all about Drawing n' painting. Very Interested in Animation. Oh, and I love Shakira!!!
- I can only think of you
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I try to paint you, but I can't do it.
After studying you slowly, I end up thinking
that my palette lacks intense colors to reflect your rare beauty.
I can't capture your smile, or even draw your face,
because little by little I can only think of you.
You keep comig here and posing for me
very patiently, because my canvas is always blank.
The hours fly by, and the work done on your portrait is too little.
I suspect that you're not in a rush,
and that it pleases to see how little by little
I can only think of you.
Saturday November 24, 2007 - 04:40pm (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments - Ice under the sun
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That you have already leftI keep repeating it again and again.Damn pride; how will I tell what I amIf you’re not here, if you’re not here.I fight against windmills for youAnd I am left as my enemies’ prisoner.I would tell you that I am lost without your love.For your love.How can I fight, being just like ice under the sun.How long will I last if you’re not here.How can I breathe when I am drowning in this pain.How can I make you understand this?Believe me.That I don’t have you.My thoughts do me wrong.I would give anything to be once againThe princess of your dreamsRuler of your kingdom,But you’re not here.And the empire turns to ruins under me.And I face the same battle I’ve lost.And if I must die, I’ll die for you.Here without you.How can I fight, being just like ice under the sun.How long will I last if you’re not here.How can I breathe when I am drowning in this pain.How can I make you understand this?Believe me.Today I’m without an armor at your feet.Look at me,Begging for your forgiveness and your love.How can I fight, being just like ice under the sun.How long will I last ...If you’re not here, my love, tell me, how can I breathe?How can I breathe when I am drowning in the pain of you absence.Believe me. Believe me.Friday July 20, 2007 - 12:00am (PDT) Permanent Link | 0 Comments - costume makes the clown
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Said that I was sure the world was gonna change,
Well I'm not.
Before I didn't give a damn 'bout what they say,
But I do.
Promised that I'd never ever lie to you,
But look at how
I'm taking the make-up off my face
Before I forget my own features.
I'm not here to let you down
But the costume makes the clown.
It's just life's anatomy;
Don't be so hard,
Don't be so hard on this.
It's your turn now
To cheat on me.Thursday February 15, 2007 - 08:41am (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments - Alone for Christmas!
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Ok, so I haven't updated my page for a while, as you all have noticed. Well, a lot of things have happened, but I won't bore you with details. My 21 y/o sister had twins...they're so cute!! I have two nephews and two nieces, and they're so important to me... unfortunately I'm not allowed to see one of them because of a stupid misunderstanding. I miss him so much! Anyway, I was invited to spend christmas in Florida with my dad, in Puerto Rico with my mom, in Dominican Republic with my brother...but things have been pretty tight, so I won't be able to go to any of those places. Instead, I get to spend Christmas all by myself, just like my thanksgiving. That's so sad. Christmas has always been a great deal in my family, and this year for the first time I'm away from them! Anyway, you all must be thinking "what a loser". Well, have a Merry Christmas, everybody!!!
Thursday December 21, 2006 - 09:29am (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments - Eighth day
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The eighth day, God, after all that work, to free tensions after everything was checked, said: "everything's fine, it's time to rest", and went for a trip through the sideral space. Who would've thought that God himself when he came back would find everything in an infernal disorder, and would turn into another unemployed of the rate which grows annualy without stopping.
Since then, there's some who have seen him wandering the streets. He's been waiting patiently for someone with whom at least he could peacefully converse.
In the meantime this world reveolves and revolves without being able to stop, and down here there's some who handle us like chess pieces. I'm not the kind of idiot who let's herself be convinced, but I speak the truth, and even a blind man can see it.
If for lack of occupation or excesive loneliness God couldn't resist anymore and moved to another place, it would be our loss, we would have no choice but to worship Michael Jackson, Bill Clinton or Tarzan.
It's harder being a king without a crown than a normal person. poor God doesn't appear on magazines; he's not a model or an artist or of royal family.
Sunday November 5, 2006 - 06:57pm (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments