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domingo, 27 de enero de 2013

A short story


Once upon a time there was a star, sitting on the night sky, watching the others how they shine and how their lifes where complete because they were notice. One day an odd boy sit down, on the top of a hill and watched the moon. The star that was near the hill notice the boy was singing, she lean closer and asked the boy if the song he was singing was his. The boy reply “Yes, it is mine”. She complemented the boy and head back to her place in the night. The days passed and the boy appear again, this time he looked like he was searching for something, the star noticed it and came closer to the boy, “Looking for someone? ” She asked, The boy reply “yes, you” and smiled.  And so on, one day after the other, the boy and the star, became friends and talked about everything. For a long time they stayed that way, enjoying their company and supporting eachother, but that day something changed, the star came with a nickname for the boy, she decided call him NISOESVIC, kind of embarrass the boy, start looking for a way to call his friend, so one day, he all excited called her friend to the top of the hill where they first met and said “hello shining star” without noticing the star’s glow was brighter and the other stars were looking at her instead of she looking at them. So that’s why it can’t be a “Shining Star” without a “NISOESVIC”. 

The END

sábado, 5 de enero de 2013

Away


Damn pride
Damn everything
Just when I think everything is going well
I mess up badly 
Leaving me alone 
away of everyone 
away of me

I wan to cry so loud
I want the tears to roll down
but I can’t show how much I’m sorry
I’m not allow to regret
Just to make mistakes 
Even if I have a reason
All I do is wrong

I wish I could change already
Everytime is the same
I can't help it
I always find the way 
The way to dissapoint myself
And that look  in your eyes... 
I hate it, you have no idea 

One day I will fly away
That dream will be a reality
and hope to vanish 
Be just a shadow
A memory to be forgotten
A ghost of the past
Because that's what I feel you want me to become