You’re the one who broke my heart, you’re the reason my world fell apart, you’re the one who make me cry, but I’m still in love with you, and I don’t know why.
martes, 31 de enero de 2012
jueves, 12 de enero de 2012
miércoles, 7 de diciembre de 2011
viernes, 2 de diciembre de 2011
miércoles, 23 de noviembre de 2011
sábado, 19 de noviembre de 2011
Waiting at the bus stop
I shivered from the cold
When you walked up
It seemed as if
You were outlined all in gold.
You asked me if my shivering
Was out of cold or fear,
I said the cold, I’m not afraid
For you to stand so near.
Then you removed your jacket
And handed it to me,
I shyly refused your jacket,
Embarrassed so, you see.
You put the jacket on my shoulders
And back a step you took.
“I’m Anna”, I said extending my hand.
“Tobias”, you said. We shook
Day after day we stood,
Waiting for the bus,
Not a single word spoken
By either one of us.
Until one day I return to you
And bravely started to say,
“ I have a crush on you, Tobias,
And also, by the way”
As I started to tell you what it was
That was burning on my mind,
You told me that you liked me, too,
But the words were hard to find.
I smiled a smile that seemed to stretch
To both of my two ears.
The smiling and the happiness
Erasing all my fears.
And now, my friend, you’re dying
And there’s nothing I can do,
But sit with you and hold your hand
And be forever true.
Last night while you were sleeping,
Your soul just slipped away,
The many words that filled my heart
Were impossible to say.
As I was cleaning out the drawer
That stood beside your empty bed,
I found a letter addressed to me
And hear your voice speak as I read.
My darling I am sorry that
I will have to leave so soon,
You know how much I love you
And I know you love me, too.
I hope you won’t forget me
But please do try to move on,
I hope that you won’t cry too much
When I am dead and gone.
Two silent tears slid down my face
And moistened both my cheeks,
I won’t get over the loss of you
Not for days, and not for weeks.
I continued reading the letter
That I held in both my hands,
My fingers numb as if they had
Been wrapped in rubber bands.
Now I’m standing at the bus stop
Where two years ago we met,
And as I stand here in the cold
I feel my cheeks start to get wet.
I don’t think I will get over you,
Never, not in any way,
Our anniversary would have been
Two years ago today.
And on this lonely bus ride,
I sit alone without you near.
I hear a voice that may just be
The voice I’ve longed to hear.
The voice is from and angel
And his words are sweet and strong.
He tells me, “Life’s a treasure.
Learn to love again. Move on”
And through the words he whispers
I finally start to see,
That although I’ll always love you –
It’s time to set you free.
jueves, 3 de noviembre de 2011
If I could, for just one night, to be with you, to make it right,
And what we were, and what we are,
Is hidden on the, in the scars,
If I could, take you there,
I won't let go, this I swear,
You wont have to wonder what we are,
Cause you wont have to look to far,
Its in the scars, Its hidden in the scars
Why do I still love you? Why? You’ve already moved on, so why I haven’t? I wish I could make myself get over you. It´s not as easy as it sounds. Why can you get over me so quick, but I’m still holding on? Like a stupid girl. Like you´re going to come back someday. Why do I believe this is going to happen?
jueves, 27 de octubre de 2011
The rules for being Human
1. You will receive a body
You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period
2. You will learn lessons
You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called Life. Each day in this school you will learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons.
Growth is a process of trial and error: experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately “works”
4. A lesson is repeated until learned
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. Once learned, you then go on to the next lesson.
5. Learning lessons does not end.
There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned
6. “There” is no better than “here”
When your “there” has become a “here”, you will simply obtain another “there” that will again look better than “here”
7. Others are merely mirrors of you
You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.
8. What you make of your like is up to you
You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
9. The answers to Life’s questions lie inside you
All you need to do is look, listen and trust.
10. You will forget all this
domingo, 23 de octubre de 2011
domingo, 16 de octubre de 2011
jueves, 6 de octubre de 2011
miércoles, 5 de octubre de 2011
miércoles, 14 de septiembre de 2011
lunes, 12 de septiembre de 2011
Dear Claire, "What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like - love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet
“If you can’t solve it, it isn’t a problem - it’s reality. And sometimes reality is the hardest thing to understand and the thing that takes the longest to realize. But once it hits you in the face, you’ll never forget it. It will always be there in your memories and sometimes, that is the best way to look at it.”
jueves, 8 de septiembre de 2011
domingo, 4 de septiembre de 2011
jueves, 1 de septiembre de 2011
martes, 30 de agosto de 2011
domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011
martes, 23 de agosto de 2011
“Be proud of your mistakes. Well, proud may not be exactly the right word, but respect them, treasure them, be kind to them, learn from them. And, more than that, and more important than that, make them. Make mistakes. Make great mistakes, make wonderful mistakes, make glorious mistakes. Better to make a hundred mistakes than to stare at a blank piece of paper too scared to do anything wrong."
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