You gave me beautiful scars that once made me cry.
But now I smile about it all!
[ Happy Father's day ]
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
24. I'm twenty-four
Hello, I know there's someone out there
Who can understand
And who's feeling the same way as me
I'm twenty-four and I've got everything to live for
But I know now that it wasn't meant to be
Cause all has been lost and all has been won
And there's nothing left for us to save
But now I know that I don't want to be alone today
So if you find that you've been feeling just the same
Call me now it's alright
It's just the end of the world
You'll need a friend in the world
Cause you can't hide
So call and I'll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world
I've got a photograph, I'll send it off today
And you will see that I am perfectly sane
Not for a lifetime or forever and a day
Cause we know now that just won't be the case
Call me now it's alright
It's just the end of the world
You'll need a friend in the world
Cause you can't hide
So call and I'll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world
There will be no commitment and no confessions
And no little secrets to keep
No little children or houses with roses
Just the end of the world and me
Cause all has been gone and all has been done
And there's nothing left for us to save
But we could be together as they blow it all away
And we can share in every moment as it breaks
So, call me now it's alright
It's just the end of the world
You'll need a friend in the world
Cause you can't hide
So call and I'll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world
So, call me now it's alright
It's just the end of the world
You'll need a friend in the world
Cause you can't hide
So call and I'll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world
Chris Cornell: Preaching The End lyrics.
Who can understand
And who's feeling the same way as me
I'm twenty-four and I've got everything to live for
But I know now that it wasn't meant to be
Cause all has been lost and all has been won
And there's nothing left for us to save
But now I know that I don't want to be alone today
So if you find that you've been feeling just the same
Call me now it's alright
It's just the end of the world
You'll need a friend in the world
Cause you can't hide
So call and I'll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world
I've got a photograph, I'll send it off today
And you will see that I am perfectly sane
Not for a lifetime or forever and a day
Cause we know now that just won't be the case
Call me now it's alright
It's just the end of the world
You'll need a friend in the world
Cause you can't hide
So call and I'll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world
There will be no commitment and no confessions
And no little secrets to keep
No little children or houses with roses
Just the end of the world and me
Cause all has been gone and all has been done
And there's nothing left for us to save
But we could be together as they blow it all away
And we can share in every moment as it breaks
So, call me now it's alright
It's just the end of the world
You'll need a friend in the world
Cause you can't hide
So call and I'll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world
So, call me now it's alright
It's just the end of the world
You'll need a friend in the world
Cause you can't hide
So call and I'll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world
Chris Cornell: Preaching The End lyrics.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Three times three
Would you paint my light creamy walls,
turn the dust into notes and sing me the waltz?!
Would you play me the sax,
share my Fax and and stop loving me after glasses of Jack's?!
Would you fly me to a white land,
freeze until we band and make me a snowman out of sand?!
I say, let's melt.
turn the dust into notes and sing me the waltz?!
Would you play me the sax,
share my Fax and and stop loving me after glasses of Jack's?!
Would you fly me to a white land,
freeze until we band and make me a snowman out of sand?!
I say, let's melt.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I'm [ here ] not there
Saturday, November 01, 2008
The land I come from

_ I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
I thought maybe I wanted to be a writer... But I hate what I write, and I tried taking pictures, but John's so good at that, and mine are so mediocre...
And every girl goes through a photography phase, like horses, you know dumb pictures of your feet...
_ You'll figure it out. I'm not worried about you. Keep writing.
_ But, I'm mean.
_ That's ok.
[ Green Syria Land ]
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
She couldn't speak properly anymore
but she knew how to ask for her mirror, comb and powder.
She wanted to look chic; nothing more
when I could smell her perfume turning souer.
I set there.. Holding her hand for an hour or so.
Carressing it and getting replies every now and then with pressure too low.
I kissed this hand for the first time in my life.. I kissed it twice:
I communicated properly with an old version of my own mother through the wrinkled hand.
She didn't have to speak anymore. I understood that she was leaving.. So tired to carress mine that she had to leave.
And this morning of September I see her blue silent face wrapped
in a white fabric - looking so alive yet so anxious to leave.
but she knew how to ask for her mirror, comb and powder.
She wanted to look chic; nothing more
when I could smell her perfume turning souer.
I set there.. Holding her hand for an hour or so.
Carressing it and getting replies every now and then with pressure too low.
I kissed this hand for the first time in my life.. I kissed it twice:
I communicated properly with an old version of my own mother through the wrinkled hand.
She didn't have to speak anymore. I understood that she was leaving.. So tired to carress mine that she had to leave.
And this morning of September I see her blue silent face wrapped
in a white fabric - looking so alive yet so anxious to leave.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
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