Porque me he vuelto lokhaaaaaa

Porque me he vuelto lokhaaaaaa


Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne
Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...


I write sins, not tragedies. Panic! At the Disco.

# Posté le mardi 02 octobre 2007 16:06

Modifié le dimanche 07 octobre 2007 15:15

+++++++++ * No hay camino, se hace el camino al andar *

+++++++++ * No hay camino, se hace el camino al andar *
In the back of a car
on a road in the dark
In the stillicide, silently falling snow
I have packed everything
that I own in a bag
And I'm driving,
I'm driving to Idaho.
A
poem for leaving, a reason to go
So I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho

Cause I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me.
And I can't keep dreaming that
I'm free, dreaming that I'm free
I don't want to fall asleep
and watch my life from fifty feet
M
y hands are on the wheel
so I'm driving to Idaho.
Cause I hear it's mighty pretty...


Idaho. Nerina Pallot.

# Posté le dimanche 30 septembre 2007 10:54

Modifié le lundi 01 octobre 2007 02:09

· Reflexión de media tarde de un sábado cualquiera ·

   ·  Reflexión de media tarde de un sábado cualquiera  ·








Tengo mil dudas...
Que da igual...
Si lo entindes o si no...




What's your definition....?
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# Posté le samedi 29 septembre 2007 11:09

Modifié le samedi 29 septembre 2007 12:47

Feliz no-cumpleaños. ^^

  Feliz no-cumpleaños. ^^
¿Porque felicitar a las dos lerdas estas... pudiendo decirme Feliz No-Cumpleaños a mi misma? =D
El narcicismo me puede, que se le va a hacer,
culpa vuestra por nacer la una un día y la otra al siguiente.
¡¡¡Muchas felicidades, mis enanitas!!! Que cumpláis muchos más... Y andéis fisgando en los armarios de mi casa inutilmente para encontrar vuestros regalos por los siglos de los siglos =D

# Posté le mardi 25 septembre 2007 17:19

Modifié le mercredi 26 septembre 2007 01:47

Si de reflexión sobre el tiempo se trata...



Y qué caro es el tiempo, que me pone contra la pared.
Y si digo que miento me estaré escondiendo otra vez.
Perdona si digo que quiero seguir siendo lo de ayer,
un niño sin miedo que regala su cariño, no sabe por qué.








Qué caro es el tiempo
][Zapatillas][ El Canto del Loco



Si de reflexión sobre el tiempo se trata...

# Posté le dimanche 23 septembre 2007 07:37

Modifié le dimanche 23 septembre 2007 23:59