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"My heart weight minimum a ton,
An army's feet pounding on my head,
Maybe I'll wake up one day to notice,
That all my life was just a dream...
And maybe I'll be better of without You,
You left me here with all my thoughts,
I'd write a zillion words or walk a million miles,
I'd sleep on broken glass just not to lose Your smiles...
I travel for You around the world,
Collecting moments, o how absurd,
To bring You beauty, to bring You joy,
I wish I'd be a little boy...
Where is that silence You promised me?
Why is that distance so close to me?
Why is Your violence still hurting me?
Why are Your eyes avoiding me?
Let me say thank You for all that You have given me,
Thank you for everything You've done,
Forgive me for saying one last thing:
I miss You and I hope You hear this song!
I travel for You around the world,
Collecting moments, o how absurd,
To bring You beauty, to bring You joy,
I wish I'd be a little boy...
I'm dying for You, can't You see?
I'm lying for You to be free!
I hunger for You, 'cause I can't eat!
I'd vanish for You in defeat!"
Diary of Dreams - She and Her Darkness
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.'too many scary stories are knocking to my door'.
Słowa, słowa, słowa...
Słowa to magia. Słowa to potęga. Słowa wywołują i kończą wojny, zawiązują i rozwiązują małżeństwa, potrafią zranić i upokorzyć, mogą uczynić człowieka najszczęśliwszym na świecie. Podobno "na początku było Słowo", które potem dopiero stało się ciałem i skończyło między nami. Wystarczy przeczytać słowo niebieski by zobaczyć ten kolor, dźwięk tłuczonej szyby by usłyszeć, czy spokój, bezpieczeństwo, wolność by poczuć ten przyjemny stan. To dlatego niektóre książki wciągają nas tak bardzo, że czujemy się jak ich bohaterowie, żyjąc ich życiem, oglądając ich świat i czując ich emocje. Słowo jest jak różdżka w ręku siwobrodego maga w złotym płaszczu.
Przerażające jest jednak jaki użytek czynimy z owej mocy. Służy nam ona do kontroli. Za pomocą słów próbujemy sterować swoim otoczeniem, trzymać je mocno w garści i czynić posłusznym naszej woli. Gdy na tej pustyni rzeczywistości spotykają się dwaj magowie uzbrojeni w swoje różdżki, a wiatr rozwiewa ich długie włosy, nie dochodzi między nimi do dialogu, a do walki na słowa. Wydaje nam się, że słowami dzielimy się z ludźmi, zdobywamy ich przyjaźń i miłość, budujemy coś wspólnie. Niestety to tylko zasłona - w rzeczywistości nie zdobywamy przyjaciół, a jedynie staramy się nawlec kogoś na sznurki i uczynić swoją kukiełką.
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.'too many scary stories are knocking to my door'.
"Wicked Games"
"The world was on fire and no one could save me but You...
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do...
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like You...
And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like You...
No, I don't want to fall in love...
(This love is only gonna break Your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love....
(This love is only gonna break Your heart)
With You...
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way...
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of You...
What a wicked thing to say, You never felt this way...
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of You...
And I want to fall in love...
(This love is only gonna break Your heart)
No, I want to fall in love...
(This love is only gonna break Your heart)
With You...
The world was on fire and no one could save me but You...
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do...
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like You...
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like You..."
Chris Isaak
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.'too many scary stories are knocking to my door'.
Friday I'm in Love ;)
"I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about You
It's Friday, I'm in love
Monday You can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...
I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It's Friday, I'm in love
Monday, You can hold Your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It's Friday, I'm in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see Your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out Your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see You eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about You
It's Friday, I'm in love
Monday You can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love"
The Cure
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.'too many scary stories are knocking to my door'.
.for ari
from ate verbti,
pic taken from d-art.
