"If Your Heart's Not In It"
I'm missing you
Girl/Boy even though you're right here by my side
Cause lately it seems
The distance between us is growing too wide
I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over
The last thing that I wanna hear
But if your heart's not in it for real
Please don't try to fake what you don't feel
If love's already gone
It's not fair to lead me on
Cause I would give the whole world for you
Anything you ask of me I'd do
But I won't ask you to stay I'd rather walk away
If your heart's not in it
You say that you love me
But baby sometimes
You're just saying the words
If you've got somethin' to tell me
Don't keep it inside
Let it be heard
I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over
Girl/Boy I'll make it easy for you
But if your heart's not in it for real
Please don't try to fake what you don't feel
If love's already gone
It's not fair to lead me on
Cause I would give the whole world for you
Anything you ask of me
I'd do But I won't ask you to stay
I'd rather walk away
If your heart's not in it
How I wish I could take us back in time
But it's gone too far now we can't rewind
(And there's nothing that I can do To stop me losin' you)
I can't make you change your mind (If your heart's not in it)
But if your heart's not in it for real
Please don't try to fake what you don't feel
If love's already gone
It's not fair to lead me on
Cause I would give the whole world for you
Anything you ask of me I'd do
But I won't ask you to stay
I'd rather walk away
If your heart's not in it
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Again?
Confiaste de nuevo!! again?
Lo hiciste de nuevo! again?
Lo diste de nuevo!! again?
Y te hicieron lo mismo!! again?
Atraves de esta puerta obscura esta oculta tu cara,
Esa cara de desilución y frialdad que habias olvidado,
Junto con ella esta la esperanza... pero tambien la desolación,
Again!! si de nuevo y esta vez mas dolio...
Miles de pensamientos a tu alrededor,
Piezas de rompecabezas que no encajan,
Preguntas sin respuesta,
Y tu solo ahi en el puente de la ignorancia,
Sola, fria sin obtener lo que tu quieres....
Algun dia, algun dia no habra mas again!
Courage is fear holding on a minute longer.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
...---...--- * SuNsCrEeN * ---...---...
Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until it faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...You're not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind...the race is long, and in the end it's only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you wanna do with your life...the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary...what ever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can...don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.49 second break in speech -- Quindon singing
Get to know your parents, you'll never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, price will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time it's 40, it will look 85.
Be careful who advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen...
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until it faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...You're not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind...the race is long, and in the end it's only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you wanna do with your life...the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary...what ever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can...don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.49 second break in speech -- Quindon singing
Get to know your parents, you'll never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, price will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time it's 40, it will look 85.
Be careful who advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen...
Baz Luhrman
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Finding the way home
I saw a man who told me that I should just go ahead and turn left in the white portal,
He also told me to forget about loneliness or pain cause since that moment he will be my guide...
I turned back to thank him for that but he just disappeared...
I started my journey full of hapiness, I saw the first light thanks to a little wound
After that I started to grow and learn,
I was so happy and I was the cause of happiness for some...
After few "blocks" I noticed that my journey will be different...
I left my white house just to try to come back to it....
My guide wasn't there... not always... just some days and some others not...
My journey turned difficult,
I was told to forget about pain and loneliness but....
My journey turned gray and I faced the pain and loneliness
For the first time I felt that I was going to nowhere...
I felt that my journey will not take me to anywhere and that I will live in that labyrinth forever...
Suddenly something changed...
I saw that man again... it wasn't a man... it was a word, a fact, a feeling... my guide...
Since that day I started to change,
I saw everything different,
I noticed the white path to the white house,
I started to follow that path,
I must say that it is not easy but I'm still here...
I'm on my way home... are you?
He also told me to forget about loneliness or pain cause since that moment he will be my guide...
I turned back to thank him for that but he just disappeared...
I started my journey full of hapiness, I saw the first light thanks to a little wound
After that I started to grow and learn,
I was so happy and I was the cause of happiness for some...
After few "blocks" I noticed that my journey will be different...
I left my white house just to try to come back to it....
My guide wasn't there... not always... just some days and some others not...
My journey turned difficult,
I was told to forget about pain and loneliness but....
My journey turned gray and I faced the pain and loneliness
For the first time I felt that I was going to nowhere...
I felt that my journey will not take me to anywhere and that I will live in that labyrinth forever...
Suddenly something changed...
I saw that man again... it wasn't a man... it was a word, a fact, a feeling... my guide...
Since that day I started to change,
I saw everything different,
I noticed the white path to the white house,
I started to follow that path,
I must say that it is not easy but I'm still here...
I'm on my way home... are you?
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes but in having new eyes.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Mr. Webster has the cat got your tongue?
In heaven....
You may enter. Next Please
Howdy, Dan. What's new? How's tricks? What's cookin'?
What's cooking? How's tricks? Hmm. What a strange language you bring from the earth. I don't seem to follow you. I shall refer you to the master of the dictionary, Noah Webster. Perhaps he can understand you.
Mr. Webster, this newcomer's vocabulary is so unusual that I am unable to record his life on earth. Would you mind seeing if you can comprehend his odd manner of speech?
Now, young man, go ahead with the story of your life.
Sure thing, Dad!
Well, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth...
Then I seemed to grow up overnight. One day at the crack of dawn, I got up with the chickens to hunt a job and got a job slinging hash because the proprietor was shorthanded. But I couldn't cut the mustard, so the guy gave me the gate.
So I went back to my little hole in the wall. I was beside myself with anger. Then I decided to get a train ticket to Texas and there made some dough punching cattie. From there I flew to Chicago. There a beautiful girl stepped into the picture.
Our eyes met. My breath came in short pants, and I got goose pimples. I was all thumbs. Mary's clothes fit her like a glove. She looked mighty pretty with her hair done up in a bun. She had good-looking pins, too. Finally, she gives me a date. I put on my white tie and tails, and, brother, did she put on the dog!
We went around together for some time... painting the town red, going to the Stork Club... and a box at the opera. After the opera, I had a cocktail, and Mary had a Moscow Mule. At dinner, Mary let her hair down and ate like a horse. By then, my money was running out on me, so I writes a check. It bounced. Brother, I was really in a pickle. The proprietor drew a gun on me, but I gave him the slip and hid in the foothills. In no time, the law was in my heels.
On the witness stand, the judge tried to pump me, but it seemed that every time I opened my mouth, I put my foot in it. So he sent me up the river to do a stretch in the jug. I was up against it and felt myself going to pot. But I raised a big stink, and they finally let me talk to an undercover man. After going through a lot of red tape, he sprung me. It sure felt good to stretch my legs again, and I went straight to the bus station and caught a Greyhound for New York.
On arriving, I dropped in on Mary and threw myself at her feet. I asked her to marry me, but she turned her back on me and got on her high horse. I couldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole. She wouldn't say a word. Guess the cat had her tongue. So I walked out on her.
After that I went to pieces. Feeling lonely, I went down to Joe's Malt Shop where a bunch of the boys were hanging around. Ah, the music was nice. The guy at the piano played by ear. I felt a tug at my elbow. It was the soda clerk. We sat down and chewed the rag a while.
I heard from the grapevine that Mary was going around with an old flame. That burned me up because I knew he was just feeding her a line. But the guy really spent his money like water. I think he was connected with the railroad. As they danced, I tried to chisel in, but the guy got in my hair, so I left.
Outside it was raining cats and dogs. I was feeling mighty blue, and everything looked black. But I carried on. i went to the Thousand Islands. There I became a beachcomber. But I still thought of Mary, and a tear ran down my cheek.
So I send her a cable. Next day, she sends me back a wire. I rushed back to the US on a cattle boat and hotfooted it over to Mary's apartment. But when I opened the door, I noticed quite a few changes.
Why, Mary, Mary had a bunch of little ones. The groom had his hands full, too. So, all this struck me so funny that I died laughing. And here I am.
Well, what do you think? Did you follow me?
Well, I ... uh...
What's the matter? Can't you talk? Has the cat got your tongue?
You may enter. Next Please
Howdy, Dan. What's new? How's tricks? What's cookin'?
What's cooking? How's tricks? Hmm. What a strange language you bring from the earth. I don't seem to follow you. I shall refer you to the master of the dictionary, Noah Webster. Perhaps he can understand you.
Mr. Webster, this newcomer's vocabulary is so unusual that I am unable to record his life on earth. Would you mind seeing if you can comprehend his odd manner of speech?
Now, young man, go ahead with the story of your life.
Sure thing, Dad!
Well, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth...
Then I seemed to grow up overnight. One day at the crack of dawn, I got up with the chickens to hunt a job and got a job slinging hash because the proprietor was shorthanded. But I couldn't cut the mustard, so the guy gave me the gate.
So I went back to my little hole in the wall. I was beside myself with anger. Then I decided to get a train ticket to Texas and there made some dough punching cattie. From there I flew to Chicago. There a beautiful girl stepped into the picture.
Our eyes met. My breath came in short pants, and I got goose pimples. I was all thumbs. Mary's clothes fit her like a glove. She looked mighty pretty with her hair done up in a bun. She had good-looking pins, too. Finally, she gives me a date. I put on my white tie and tails, and, brother, did she put on the dog!
We went around together for some time... painting the town red, going to the Stork Club... and a box at the opera. After the opera, I had a cocktail, and Mary had a Moscow Mule. At dinner, Mary let her hair down and ate like a horse. By then, my money was running out on me, so I writes a check. It bounced. Brother, I was really in a pickle. The proprietor drew a gun on me, but I gave him the slip and hid in the foothills. In no time, the law was in my heels.
On the witness stand, the judge tried to pump me, but it seemed that every time I opened my mouth, I put my foot in it. So he sent me up the river to do a stretch in the jug. I was up against it and felt myself going to pot. But I raised a big stink, and they finally let me talk to an undercover man. After going through a lot of red tape, he sprung me. It sure felt good to stretch my legs again, and I went straight to the bus station and caught a Greyhound for New York.
On arriving, I dropped in on Mary and threw myself at her feet. I asked her to marry me, but she turned her back on me and got on her high horse. I couldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole. She wouldn't say a word. Guess the cat had her tongue. So I walked out on her.
After that I went to pieces. Feeling lonely, I went down to Joe's Malt Shop where a bunch of the boys were hanging around. Ah, the music was nice. The guy at the piano played by ear. I felt a tug at my elbow. It was the soda clerk. We sat down and chewed the rag a while.
I heard from the grapevine that Mary was going around with an old flame. That burned me up because I knew he was just feeding her a line. But the guy really spent his money like water. I think he was connected with the railroad. As they danced, I tried to chisel in, but the guy got in my hair, so I left.
Outside it was raining cats and dogs. I was feeling mighty blue, and everything looked black. But I carried on. i went to the Thousand Islands. There I became a beachcomber. But I still thought of Mary, and a tear ran down my cheek.
So I send her a cable. Next day, she sends me back a wire. I rushed back to the US on a cattle boat and hotfooted it over to Mary's apartment. But when I opened the door, I noticed quite a few changes.
Why, Mary, Mary had a bunch of little ones. The groom had his hands full, too. So, all this struck me so funny that I died laughing. And here I am.
Well, what do you think? Did you follow me?
Well, I ... uh...
What's the matter? Can't you talk? Has the cat got your tongue?
Friday, March 04, 2005
Dreams ..---...--..--´´´---....
Let me sleep
For when I sleep I dream that you are here
Your mine
And all my fears are left behind
I float on air
The nightingale sings
Gentle lullabies
So let me close my eyes
And sleep a chance to dream
So I can see the face I long to touch
To kiss
But only dreams can bring me this
So let the moon shine softly on
The more I long to see
That maybe when he dreams
He’ll dream of me
I hide beneath the clouds
And whisper to the evening star
They tell me love is just a dream away …dream away dream away
I’ll dream away
So let the moon shine softly on
The more I long to see that maybe when he dreams
He’ll dream of me
Oh…dream of me
Kristen Dunst... Get over it movie
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