Shades gatecrashed into my place
I can't deny they are of sadness
I can't make up my mind...
can't just let it pass.
When did I fall?
How could I trust?
Everyone around
knew it before.
"It's a matter of time"
they used to say,
they were right
what else can I tell?
Nothing could have left
a lovetime like this,
sorry If I felt
that I could resist.
Doesn't matter how
or why, I did feel
empty as thee.
I'm sure that by now
I've learnt some about.
Remedios Varo/ Cazadora de Astros
jueves, 11 de febrero de 2010
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El maestro...
El triunfo de la muerte
Brueghel "El viejo", Museo del Prado Madrid 1562
Cristina Sccabia (I terribly love her)
I was born in another world strictly connected to a piece of my mind nothing more than a little land it is a small cradle where I'm a kid I am the princess in there, nothing wrong in my fantasy world I am the king, the nation, no dictators or religions no laws laid down for me I have my own liberty inside of me Nothing to lose, I want to live here.... To Myself I turned By Lacuna Coil
Loving thy art
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