Be Kind To Me Or Treat Me Mean, I'll Make The Most Of It I'm An Extraordinary Machine

Damnit... i'm so fucking angry. Free Fiona Apple's new cd you capitalist bastards, she is an artist not a money maker machine.

Wooooooooooooo!!!!!!

Love you guys... :)

:'(

This weekend kinda rule. I watched movies with my sisters and i ate a lot of candy and trash food... woooooooooooooo!!!

Saturday and sunday i were in high school again making exams to pump my grades a little more 'cause i don't have anything to do at the moment... :P

P hasn't answered me in two days and i'm worried... he doesn't love me anymore :'(

Love and have a great week... :)

Piano Fire

A girl was sitting in the bus stop waiting for something to happen, maybe she's waiting for a taxi or for the love of her life. I dunno why she is wearing a wedding dress, maybe she just felt like wearing one.

I came up to her and ask her for the time. "It's ten thirthy" she said. I waited for my bus in the seat right next to her. She didn't seem to be in a hurry to get somewhere, she was just there. I turned my face towards her in 30 seconds pauses maybe, just to see her eyes, to watch what she was looking at. I was there like half an hour and she didn't move. I got really intrigued by the way she just sat there with her sight in front. Then she suddenly smiled, she smiled in a very lovely way, like she was happy all of the sudden.

When my eyes turned to see what she was looking at, i saw a ballroom, people yelling and clapping, they all seemed very happy. After a few minutes, a married couple came out, holding hands and smiling.

The girl looked happy, her eyes were trembling, her palms over the chest. She stood from a sudden jump to the edge of the sidewalk with her eyes fixed in the car, the car that was taking the couple to their honeymoon or i dunno what. She sat back at the bus stop. The look of her eyes were lost, kind if an empty look.

I grabed the courage to ask her for the time again. "It's 11 o'clock" she said, "thank you very much" i replaid. "It seems like i've been stood up" -i said- "would you like to go for a cup of coffee?". "Ok" -she said- "but i have to change". "Why for?, you look lovely in that dress". She smiled and said... "ok"

"What's your name" i asked
"My name is Sarah..." and smiled again looking at the ballroom place.

I Can't Seem To Breathe With A Rusted Metal Heart..

I hope this is the last time i have to write about you.

I love you, i loved you and i can't seem to get over you. What happend with us was not real, but it was magical, it had something so powerfull that nor you and not i can explain. It was simple magic. I know that it will never happen again, it was a one an only experience in this life. I hope in another life we can be together and happy, holding our hands while walking below the moonlighted street.

I hope i can move on... i have to. Just give me a little more time...

Blah

Shitty mood, shitty day.

Never tell anyone how much you like to meet them and stuff, 'cause that might won't be ok with the other person. Hope we can meet each other perfectly in another time or in another life.

Listening to.... Mazzy Star : I've Been Let Down

Runnin' Out Of Thoughts...

Well, another week has gone and nothing interesting to tell again. I'm saving to buy the new Interpol and to buy my sister Isadora her birthday gift (a ticket to Franz Ferdinand) wooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

This week i've been doing a lot of thinking in my next story to film, something small and kinda experimental, but in the same vein as my previous short film, of love and faith and destiny and all that stuff i'm interested in... but i can't figure out how to get it complete.

I'm sure i'm gonna use this song, i just know it. This song itself is a movie... :)

are you sure you got the right number
is it me you wanna talk to tonight
everyone in town's got your number
everybody's got you pegged right
is that why you got in touch with me
ohhh, guess you must be runnin' out of fools

you left me all alone right here
your goodbye was even colder than last
didn't bother you I was cryin'
now you wanna break my heart twice
is that why you got in touch with me
ohhh, guess you must be runnin' out of fools
you got back to my name in your little black book
tell you what I guess you forgot how I even look (yes you did)

so go ahead with all your sweet talkin'
go ahead for all the good it can do
have yourself a dime's worth of talkin'
then I'm gonna hang right up on you

'cause this time you're not getting through to me
ohhh, guess you must be runnin' out of fools
even fools like me (fools like me)
even fools like me
runnin' out of fools (fools like me)
even fools like me (fools like me)

Hugs to all and have a great week... woooooooo!!!!!!!! :*

There Will Never Be A Better Time

You stood up to the window to light a cigarette, you looked me from there, laying down on the bed with my head on your pillow, looked me like you had something to say, and then you asked "do you love the light that comes in from the street?" and i said "yes, sure... but i love the way your presence lights up the room better".

You said "do you think that life is all about this moments? these fragments of time?" and i wondered, i kept thinking about it for about 5 minutes more until you came on to bed again, unfolded the sheets and you let that warm body enter my soul again. You looked for my legs and made a chain with them, with yours and mine, my arms were around your chest while my head rested on your shoulder. Your hands were in my hips and your feet colder than ever touching mine.

After then minutes i had the answer to his question. I looked up to you, put my lips to your ears and said: "There Will Never Be A Better Time"

Deep Red Bells

Today i found out how i seriously love Neko Case. She writes in a way that strikes your emotional core without being so candyish and sweetly, she says what's on her mind and that somehow is the best way to enter one's heart.

I want a job,
i want a life,
i want a stereo that plays cd's correctly,
i want to read a good book,
i want to love someone,
i want to be loved,
i want to hug Pieter,
i want to hug Louise,
i want to touch foreign grass,
breath freezing cold air,
i want to say "i love you" to the people i care about...

Love...

Da Bod

Woooooooooooooooooooooo!
Woooooooooooooooooooooo!
Woooooooooooooooooooooo!

I just talked to P (a.k.a. Da Bod) and it was funny... he rocks!. After one and half year that i know him and of being my friend, just now i had the strenght to talk to him and not get under the table like the last time... :'(

The only bad thing was me and my voice... ugh, i hate it! :(

Woooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Another day...

What can i say today? This is all Pieter's fault 'cause he's bloggy rocks and i wanted one like him or Louise's... :'(

I woke up today feeling empty inside, like i haven't done anything relevant in my life. My school plans are stoped at the moment, i can't find a stupid job and my friends are too far away from me.

I've been listening to my Neko Case cd's these days like crazy and i've been drawing and writing stuff to send to my friends... :)

Love ya guys...

You...

We are waiting
For the summer
The sun will bring back
Treasures for us

Come on my friend
Drink to good times
Golden wishes
To your health and mine

You come through
For me
You come true
For me
You be well
For me
You come through
For me

I'll be lifted
On this our holiday
I'll take you my friend
I'll take you with me

You come through
For me
You come true
For me
You be well
For me
You come through
For me

Desired Constellation

It's tricky when
you feel someone
has done
something on your behalf

It's slippery when
your sense of justice
murmurs underneath
And is asking you:
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?

With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice
(repeatedly)
On the table
(repeat - repeatedly)
I shake them like dice
and throw them on the table
repeatedly(repeatedly)
until the desired constellation appears

How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?

(And you hear: how am I going to make it right?)

How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?

(How am I going to make it right?)

Worried

Yo, first real post after the welcome "woooooooo!!!"

The week has been shit like always, not having my mom around 'cause she's watching over my granma who had surgery a couple of weeks ago. I had to do everything in the house (cooking, cleaning, washing dishes, etc) and i'm full of it, i want to explote... :

And now it's sunday night and i'm worried as shit for a dear friend of mine, i dunno what to do sometimes to chear him up a bit, i wish i know a way to make him feel better. I love ya bro... :'(

Love...

Bods And Arrows

wooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!