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Se muestran los artículos pertenecientes a Julio de 2005. My Fourth Song![]() That Friday Why am I standing by your door? I haven't felt this way before. Will you let me in? What can I do to stop this tide, To defuse this wave I ride? I'm afraid to drown. Take my hand And guide me through your winding land. Let me dive Into that darkness where you thrive. The more I swim in your shores, The more I see, the less I know, The more I want to slowly delve in you, I do. And you, singing, teasing by the pool, Sweet Lolita, warm and cool. Let me sing with you. And us, dodging fences in my car. I never thought we'd drive this far. There's no turning back. Take my hand And guide me through your winding land. Let me dive Into that darkness where you thrive. The more I swim in your shore The more I see, the less I know, The more I want to slowly delve in you, I do. You kiss while you bare your teeth. You're there, but you're seldom with. Don't sweat. You won't break me. Why am I standing by your door? I haven't felt this way before. Will you let me in? Bleeding Que triste es ver como se desangra un sentimiento... porque lo primero que siente uno al desangrarse es frío, un espeluznante y descorazonador frío.My fifth song (updated) Esta canción esta ideada para ser cantada a dos voces. Las partes en letra normal, las cantaré yo y las que van en cursiva, las cantará una chica. The stoRy of An Internet leaP “Who are you?” “What’s your name?” “Where are you?” “What’s your game?” Were they just words? Were you just words? Was I just words (to you)? Were we just words? Were we just words that you typed to me? Were we just words that got lost and fell in our leap? “I know you” “Keep talking” “Yes, me too” “I like the path we are walking” As I wait for your next words to show, The seconds stretch, the hours flow. Though we’d never spoken I could hear your voice at night. Though my hope was broken You turned darkness into light. “I love you” ”We’re crazy!” ”I do, too” ”So crazy!” As I gladly sign this sweet defeat I crave the day when we should meet. Though we’d never spoken I could hear your voice at night. Though my hope was broken You turned darkness into light. I met you. ”Who are you?” I lost you. ”Who are you?” Foolish me, I thought our bond sufficed. But expectations claimed their price. Though we’d ventured so deep There were questions still to ask. Your sight fell in our leap And my face became my mask, Friendly soul, foreign eye, Our dilemma seemed absurd. As the date progressed I Found myself in loss for WORDS Were they just words? Was I just words (to you)? Were you just words? Were we just words that you typed to me? Were we just words that got lost and fell in our leap? Though the years keep running I still hear your voice at night, And though life has changed you In your words I still see light. Though this might surprise you, You will always have my key. Though the years keep running, You are still alive in me. Though the years keep running You will always have my key, And you ought to know that You're much more than words to me. ------- LEAP: - verb to jump, to spring over -noun 1. A place jumped over or from 2. An abrupt transition. TIRED (my sixth SONG) TIREDTime flies by A few bystanders have waved goodbye, It took me time to realize There’s a price. She said: "cry all you want", She changed the document, switched the font, She dragged me far away from shore And closed the door. And I grew tired, I felt tired. It didn’t help to ache. I made the same mistakes When I met you. I’m losing this race, And there’s no use in gaining pace. I ventured far, ignored my chores, And lost my course. Yet I feel blood in my veins . I say to myself: "are you insane?" But I can’t help to fall again For you. And I grow tired, I feel tired. It doesn’t help to ache. I wish my sense would wake And forget you. |
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