sábado, 22 de enero de 2011

Castles

Once upon a time in a honey made country 
with vermillion roofs.
A place where I was the queen and he was the king
It was a love story kingdom.

My transparent magical castle
was shining under the sun.

There was a cruel storm after
and the castle in the air fell.
And it was open at my feet, with the light from a great bolt
the abyss from his heart.


Then I could see who he really was
and what I saw just destroyed me.


My king was a monster made of stones
with a heart made of stones.
He broke my dreams with stones.

I was once that loyal and faithful one
who believed those love stories.
But I payed a lot for my foolishness.
I do not even dare to dream again.


I do not want more castles in the air
With merciless kings that hurt.
My king was a monster made of stones
with a heart made of stones.
His love was always a lie
castles transformed  into ruins now.

*Taken from the song "Castillos".
Translated by NeneLove.

jueves, 20 de enero de 2011

You don't need me, that I know;
not now, not tomorrow it's always been like this.
I had kept some words,
they will stay long time inside of me.
You don't need me, not before not after.
You feel nothing, it's really sad to know.

*Taken from the song "ya no te hago falta."
Translated by NeneLove.

martes, 18 de enero de 2011

"Sometimes you expect things from people just because you think they will do as you would."

viernes, 14 de enero de 2011

A night up

1:30 AM - You do not feel Loneliness very hard, but you feel the rage because you need someone to be well.

2:37 AM - Grief, desperation and sleepy.

3:02 AM - Sadness and sleepy.

4:07 AM - The sleep is gone; silence overwhelms.

4:30 AM - There's no hope anymore, it's better to try to get some sleep.

1:30 Pm - Sleepy, hungry and resentment.
"Our big mistake is try to get specific virtues in each one, virtues that particularly does not have."
Hadrian from: "Memoirs of Hadrian" by Marguerite Yourcenar.
Translation: NeneLove.
"I dedicate one thought of each two, on my own end."
Hadrian, from "Memoirs of Hadrian" by Marguerite Yourcenar.
Translation: NeneLove.

jueves, 13 de enero de 2011

sábado, 8 de enero de 2011

"When you think of death as a liberation, you have been living your life like a slave."