lunes, 21 de abril de 2008
Promises




I went outside to take a walk
So I could relive memories
I thought that you would lend a hand
But you were never ever there

It's all in your mind
You do what you wanna do

Your promises are all played out
You've got your wish, you've worn me down
I treated you the best I could
I realize that I don't need you

I lost my way when you left home
I thought that you could change your life
What did I do, why do you lie?
You've walked back in, my hands are tied

It's all in your mind
You do what you wanna do

Your promises are all played out
You've got your wish, you've worn me down
I treated you the best I could
I realize that I don't need you

It's all in your mind
You do what you wanna do

It's all in your mind
You do what you want to me

I'm tired, I'm so damn angry
With you
Your not gonna change
I see who you really are

Your promises are all played out
You've got your wish, you've worn me down
I treated you the best I could
I realize that I don't need you

Your promises
Your promises
Your promises
They're all played out
You're so played out
You're so played out
You're so played out
They're all played out

Nunca prometas cosas que no vas a cumplir...
Nunca hagas cosas de las cuáles te vas a arrepentir...
Está todo en tu mente...

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estampado por Jorge Pizarro Callejas at 17:05 ¤ Permalink ¤ 0 huellas... su marca es mi sueldo.
Licht!

Porque existe una luz que ilumina dentro de la oscuridad... porque vela mis noches...
Esa luz es la que necesito...

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estampado por Jorge Pizarro Callejas at 2:36 ¤ Permalink ¤ 0 huellas... su marca es mi sueldo.
Die Körperliche Landschaft
Y recorrerte entera sin dudar caí enérgico ante tus encantos, buscando de alguna forma tocar tu corazón para hacerlo de los dos.

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estampado por Jorge Pizarro Callejas at 2:19 ¤ Permalink ¤ 0 huellas... su marca es mi sueldo.
lunes, 7 de abril de 2008
311 - Amber


Ven, te invito a volar...

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estampado por Jorge Pizarro Callejas at 1:18 ¤ Permalink ¤ 0 huellas... su marca es mi sueldo.
Insaciable...

Uno que vive de los sabores de otro hasta que se hace cenizas y polvo dentro de uno pero queda en una iteración que acaba cuando se torna amargo.
La dulzura la pone uno porque uno determina el sabor.
Se acompaña de un cosquilleo que se hace intenso lentamente hasta volverse en un shock por sobredosis de adrenalina.

Dedicado a quien realmente merezca estas palabras.

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estampado por Jorge Pizarro Callejas at 0:30 ¤ Permalink ¤ 0 huellas... su marca es mi sueldo.