For No One

The day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn’t feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind her tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You want her, you need her
And yet you don’t believe her when she says her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he’s gone
She doesn’t need him

Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head
You won’t forget her

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind her tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

Important Note: My love is NOT Dead, I’m just frightened.

This is how my defense mechanism works, my invisible readers.

New OS

I’m feeling all right. I’m feeling calm. I’m not quite there yet, though, i have unfinished business everywhere.

I’m anxious sometimes, i’m taciturn some other times. I’m thinking i would like to play a protagonic on a fairy tale. I’m a Drama Queen, i won’t deny it, i make drama to try to find happiness. I like criticizable things and that’s ok. i’ve been hang of this series, lately, this is a beautiful sequence, besides is Gorgeous Paris [I miss Paris to death]. And by the way, the background music, is my new personal soundtrack, is the music that plays along with my walk in the street.

Blair: Just because you’re dressed poorly doesn’t mean you’re not Chuck Bass.
Chuck: Why would I want to be him?
Blair: You should have told me you got shot.
Chuck: I’m surprised you didn’t shoot me yourself.
Blair: I have. Many times. In my dreams. The good ones….but If you’re really hurt I would want to know

Chuck: when I woke up my ID was gone. Nobody knew who I was, nobody was coming to look for me. I realized I might be alive but Chuck Bass didn’t have to be.
Blair: Changing your name doesn’t change who you are.
Chuck: It’s a good start. A chance to live simply, earn people’s respect. Maybe become a person someone could love.
Blair: Someone did love you. And… you owe it to her and everyone else you’re leaving behind not to run away. Which is what you’re doing. And I don’t think that great man you’re talking about wanting to be is a coward. I think he would face up to what he did.
Chuck: I destroyed the only thing I ever loved.

Blair: I don’t love you anymore. But it takes more than even you to destroy a Blair Waldorf.
Chuck: Your world would be easier if I didn’t come back.
Blair: That’s true. But it wouldn’t be my world without you in it.

I need serious Drama, my invisible readers, to play games, find clues, make stratagems.

Stop Motion I

I promised a while ago, that i would post here some of my favorite videos in stop motion, so here:

Her morning elegance

Lost Things

Commercial

Strawberry swing

y Mykonos

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That’s it for today, my lovely Invisible readers!

Lennon in Russian Red

Ésta es la razón por la que este año me he propuesto aprender a tocar la guitarra

Y esperaré cantar así de bonito también.

Ya estoy trabajando en ello, queridos lectores invisibles.

Tuiquotes II

Cuando escucho a Cohen siento que me está cantando al oido y me da un no sé qué qué sé yo que me sube y me baje y que no sé qué pasa…

–YO Mera

In Flat B

GOT TO SEE!

In Bb 2.0 is a collaborative music and spoken word project conceived by Darren Solomon from Science for Girls, and developed with contributions from users.

The videos can be played simultaneously — the soundtracks will work together, and the mix can be adjusted with the individual volume sliders.

http://www.inbflat.net/

Para Ady

Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism

Esta fue mi canción personal hace poquito más de dos años =)

I’ve been in love a lot lately

But i can’t help it, here’s my new favorite song:

If i was young, i’d flee this town
i’d bury my dreams underground
as did i, we drink to die, we drink tonight

far from home, elephant gun,
lets take them down one bye one,
We’ll lay it down, it’s not been found, it’s not around,

let the seasons begin – it rolls it right on
let the seasons begin – take the big king down

let the seasons begin – it rolls it right on
let the seasons begin – take the big king down

And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the night

And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence, all that is left, is all that i have.

Definitely

This is the wrong place to be

Esta semana

“Que tus horas se alarguen”

-Andreíta

Cerrado por trabajos forzados, me veo en la penosa necesidad de quitarle atención a unas cosas para ponersela a otras, esta vez le tocó sufrir al diario, a la lista de amigos, al mensajero, en fin a la procrastinación enterita. Sólo hay cabida para trabajar, dormir y comer… y leer lo que se pueda en el tiempo perdido de transportación del punto A al punto B. Todo eso aderezado con música de Muse, Goran Bregovic, Gogol Bordello, Fiona Apple y algunas francesas, ese es el playlist de la semana.

Hasta las vacaciones mis queridos lectores invisibles (que ya estan a la vuelta de la esquina!)

Ojalá que sí se me alarguen las horas.

Abur!

Rojo Óxido

I remember when i went on vacation to the end of the world…

…

It was all red in a very blue sky, not everything seems so catastrophic when you look down, it was the ultimate stop, the last breath, and a very hard up, not heaven nor hell, just the end.

and then i came back and i was thinking “apocalypse, please”.

Ederlezi

Goran Bregovic’s Ederlezi

Sa me amala oro khelena
Oro khelena, dive kerena
Sa o Roma daje
Sa o Roma babo babo
Sa o Roma o daje
Sa o Roma babo babo
Ederlezi, Ederlezi
Sa o Roma daje

Sa o Roma babo, e bakren chinen
A me, chorro, dural vesava
Romano dive, amaro dive
Amaro dive, Ederlezi

E devado babo, amenge bakro
Sa o Roma babo, e bakren chinen
Sa o Roma babo babo
Sa o Roma o daje
Sa o Roma babo babo
Ederlezi, Ederlezi
Sa o Roma daje

…

All my friends are dancing the oro
Dancing the oro, celebrating the day
All the Roma, mummy
All the Roma, dad, dad
All the Roma, oh mummy
All the Roma, dad, dad
Ederlezi, Ederlezi
All the Roma, mummy

All the Roma, dad, slaughter lambs
But me, poor, I’am sitting apart
A Romany day, our day
Our day, Ederlezi

They give, Dad, a lamb for us
All the Roma, dad, slaughter lambs
All the Roma, dad, dad
All the Roma, oh mummy
All the Roma, dad, dad
Ederlezi, Ederlezi
All the Roma, mummy

Oro khelena, dive kerena
Sa o Roma daje
Sa o Roma babo babo
Sa o Roma o daje
Sa o Roma babo babo
Ederlezi, Ederlezi
Sa o Roma daje
Sa o Roma babo, e bakren chinen
A me, chorro, dural vesava
Romano dive, amaro dive
Amaro dive, Ederlezi

E devado babo, amenge bakro
Sa o Roma babo, e bakren chinen
Sa o Roma babo babo
Sa o Roma o daje
Sa o Roma babo babo
Ederlezi, Ederlezi
Sa o Roma daje

All my friends are dancing the oro
Dancing the oro, celebrating the day
All the Roma, mummy
All the Roma, dad, dad
All the Roma, oh mummy
All the Roma, dad, dad
Ederlezi, Ederlezi
All the Roma, mummy

All the Roma, dad, slaughter lambs
But me, poor, I’am sitting apart
A Romany day, our day
Our day, Ederlezi

They give, Dad, a lamb for us
All the Roma, dad, slaughter lambs
All the Roma, dad, dad
All the Roma, oh mummy
All the Roma, dad, dad
Ederlezi, Ederlezi
All the Roma, mummy

If i were a musical instrument…

i would love to be this one, big, elegant, sober, and a little bit dramatic:

But truth is i would sound more like this one, small, a bit ridicule, bittersweet and very melodramatic:

*Nota: en la segunda ignoren todo menos la trompeta! ese es el instrumento!

But i love them both! (a lot)