Cuando todos callan...hablo yo.: Inside...

miércoles, 11 de agosto de 2010

Inside...

...Touch me, that's the only way I can breath again. I need your skin, your color, your smeel. Touch me, I will stay still I promise, you don't need to talk, or ask me what is happening, just touch me, and make me forget that I'm not happy at all when I have it all. Touch me please, break the wall that is between us, that heavy wall that I don't dear to see.

-What are you thinking? is something happening?

-Nothing honey, I was somewhere else.

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“She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.” Sartre

“At some point you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out; they fence you in.” Grey’s anatomy

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” Aldous Huxley.

“If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate.” Henry Tillman

“Monsieur ... I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.” Sartre

“If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate.” Henry Tillman

“We are in hell, my dear, there is never a mistake and people are not damned for nothing.” Sartre

“I mean the shoes, the sex, the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. That's, pretty damn good.” Grey’s anatomy

“I respect orders but I respect myself too and I do not obey foolish rules made especially to humiliate me.”Sartre

“The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not.” Grey’s anatomy.

“Shut up, I'm your person.”Grey’s anatomy.

“In love there are two things - bodies and words.” Joyce Carol

Sing, Sing, Sing

No me mientas, no me digas la verdad, no te quedes callada, no levantes la voz, ni me pidas perdón.

Too much of something, is not enough.

Perdido aquí en mañanas con tres soles y múltiples visiones, montañas transparentes, anémonas de luz, partículas de amor... love, love, love.

Il bene piú segreto sfugge all´uomo che non guarda avanti, mai.

Mírame bien, te necesito igual, en algo tan pequeño como ver el día pasar, mírame bien, y dime si me vez, haciendo algo tan sencillo como ver el solo caer.

You thought you might be a ghost, you though you might be a ghost, you didn´t get to heaven but you made it close.

Ya no me importa tu destino, ya solo quiero hallar el mío, ya no me importa tu existencia, ya no me importa nada.

En tiempos donde nadie escucha a nadie, en tiempos donde todos contra todos, en tiempos egoístas y mezquinos, en tiempos donde siempre estamos solos, habrá que declararse incompetente, en todas las materias del mercado, habrá que declararse un inocente, o habrá que ser abyecto y desalmado.

I don't want to battle from beggining to end, I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge, I don't want to follow death and all of his friends.