terça-feira, dezembro 05, 2006

L

In fear every day, every evening,He calls her aloud from above,Carefully watched for a reason,Painstaking devotion and love,Surrendered to self preservation,From others who care for themselves.A blindness that touches perfection,But hurts just like anything else.Isolation, isolation, isolation.Mother I tried please believe me,I'm doing the best that I can.I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,I'm ashamed of the person I am.Isolation, isolation, isolation.But if you could just see the beauty,These things I could never describe,These pleasures a wayward distraction,This is my one lucky prize.

7 comentários:

linhas tortas disse...

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Isolation, isolation, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation,
Isolation, isolation, isolation,
Isolation, isolation, isolation,
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Isolation, isolation, isolation,
Isolation, isolation, isolation,
Isolation, isolation, isolation,
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(A JANELA ZEN É UM PURO ENCANTO)

Vera disse...

isolation, ilumination,
the intuiton of the self
in-essere

Frioleiras disse...

Como gostei !
De tudo
(Imagens/palavras)!
Absolutamente ...

merdinhas disse...

A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else...

merdinhas disse...

L

menir disse...

Belo link!
O texto acertou-me na testa, mas já estou melhor (primeiro fiquei um bocado zonza e tal).

ART&TAL disse...

fuga pro motel, ...os mesmos irritante apelos