"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...

domingo, noviembre 04, 2012

gracias eoghain

fear nada
este es uno de los mejores descubrimientos de este otoño--:)
no me la puedo quitar de la cabeza... ( a ti tampoco mi amor..)Música para vivir feliz...

So amused, the six street peddlers come to sing your blues
The money spent, to dam the rivers of your discontent
You got your invitation to the bachelor's ball
And you stay out till the sun comes creeping up your bedroom wall

Ivory tower, you sit.........?
Skin and bones, the city streets below just weep and moan
But from your window above, you only hear the rain
you touch the world through a glove, it's so much easier than feelin pain

And they're inventing hunger in the grey of dawn
As I sit among your parliament of pawns
Just growing younger with every yawn

And in the ashes of the cities that you've burned
We'll sit and wait for your return

So composed, wake on the floor in your designer clothes
And so refined, you think the country is just a state of mind
switch like a switchblade my love, cut the young man down
You've been to heaven above, but your feet have never touched the ground

And we brought you roses in eternal bloom
While you stand before..........?
Holding a torch to your silver spoon

And in the ashes of the cities that you've burned
We'll sit and wait for your return

1 awesome people left comments.. muchas gracias:

raúl dijo...

fantástico. arranca frágil, débil, pero luego no para de crecer. precioso tema. a la buchaca!