martes, 9 de agosto de 2011
lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011
“’Guren’ is one such song. While playing ‘Guren’ at Lives, I get a sensation no other song gives me. If you ask me why, it’s just that it feels like it seizes my chest with such absolute force. It sort of draws me in, and gets conveyed, it’s a sensation that makes my body tremble all over. Though it’s easier for ballads to draw one in like that, ‘Chizuru’ gives me the same sensations. That’s why, right now, I want to make songs which, despite being lively, render one immobile, and leave one with that swelling sensation.”
Uruha, the GazettE.
Lo sabía...lo sabía...
Uruha, the GazettE.
Lo sabía...lo sabía...
miércoles, 3 de agosto de 2011
I was swimming across the sky
Clounds and angels by my side
Then I realized that I was lonely
And it wasn't such a good thing
I was flying in paradise
In that ocean of dead lights
I was looking for your smilein the wind
But there was nobody there this morning
I was swimming across the sky
Clounds and angels by my side
Then I realized that I was lonely
And it wasn't such a good thing
I believe in your smile everyday
But I know that you're far from my way
When I talk to the moon I can hear you
In the dark I can see, I can feel your light
I was swimming across the sky
Clounds and angels by my side
Then I realized that I was lonely
And it wasn't such a good thing
I was flying in paradise
In that ocean of dead lights
I was looking for your smilein the wind
But there was nobody there this morning
I believe in your smile everyday
But I know that you're far from my way
When I talk to the moon I can hear you
In the dark I can see, I can feel your light.
Clounds and angels by my side
Then I realized that I was lonely
And it wasn't such a good thing
I was flying in paradise
In that ocean of dead lights
I was looking for your smilein the wind
But there was nobody there this morning
I was swimming across the sky
Clounds and angels by my side
Then I realized that I was lonely
And it wasn't such a good thing
I believe in your smile everyday
But I know that you're far from my way
When I talk to the moon I can hear you
In the dark I can see, I can feel your light
I was swimming across the sky
Clounds and angels by my side
Then I realized that I was lonely
And it wasn't such a good thing
I was flying in paradise
In that ocean of dead lights
I was looking for your smilein the wind
But there was nobody there this morning
I believe in your smile everyday
But I know that you're far from my way
When I talk to the moon I can hear you
In the dark I can see, I can feel your light.
Nunca voy a olvidar cuando empesé a escuchar este tema...era mi mayor companía.
Muchas cosas cambiaron. Lo único que sigue intacto es lo que me produce en el pecho.
Y lo que me recuerda...a vos.
Te extraño...te extraño mucho. Si nevara...sería mágico.
martes, 2 de agosto de 2011
Blind
Te extraño tanto...sos mi luz y cuando te vas por tanto tiempo algo en mi interior se apaga y enfria. Sos lo que ilumina mi vida y le da calidés a mi alma.
Aller cuando la acompañé a mi mamá a una conferencia, escuchaba a toda esa gente hablar con tanta elocuencia, tanto saber, tanta pación...que me dió un poco de envidia. En esos momentos solo tube ganas de esforzarme al máximo, dar todo de mi, para algún día...tal ves también poder fasinarte a vos.
Creo que sos el tipo de persona que piensa y siente que la mayoría de las cosas pueden estar siempre mejor. Me sentiría orgullosa, satisfecha y totalmente feliz si algún día logro sacar de tus labios un "exelente". Me encantaría...me llenaría de vida. Sos a la persona que más amo y a la que más me gustaría enorgulleser...
De todos modos te extraño mucho igual...y no hay día que no escuche ese tema y piense en vos.
Quiero que sepas que por lo menos 5 minutos (enteros) de mi vida son dedicados pura y exlucivamente a vos.
after all this time
would you ever wanna leave it
maybe you could not believe it
that my love for you was blind
but I couldn't make you see it
couldn't make you see it
that I loved you more than you will ever know
a part of me died when I let you go.
lunes, 1 de agosto de 2011
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