"whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it's because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It's your mission on earth." ...."And when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." Paulo Coelho

 

Twenty years from now you will be more dissapointed by the things that you didn´t do than by the ones you did do.. so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbour, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.Discover... Mark Twain


"Y haciendo cosas que rompo para arreglarlas y volver a romperlas paso mi tiempo...
y el tiempo se acaba...y la vida no espera..."
El niño de las pinturas. (Granada)

la vida es sueño

la vida es sueño

Choose a dream, choose a place, choose companion, choose a date, choose your rites of passage, choose good music, choose good books, choose you lucky charms, choose your fairies and your demons, choose your fears, choose finding yourself, choose getting lost, choose creating yourself, choose me please, choose laughs and dias felices, follow the signs and your fate, and then enjoy the ride .. till the end and say hello to Angels...

lunes, noviembre 06, 2006

the saints are coming....

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silversroadnottaken dijo...

http://www.departmentofenglish.blogspot.com/There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
God, I know I’m one

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now
Until a weather change condemns belief, how long now
When the night watchman lets in the thief, what’s wrong now?

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming

I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply