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Poetry	Jan. 18th, 2009 @ 01:45 am

So I'm there
Charging around with a juggernaut brow
Overdraft,speeches and deadlines to make
Cramming commitments like cats in a sack
Telephone burn and a purposeful gait

When out of a doorway the tentacles strech
Of a song that I know
And the world moves in slow-mo
Straight to my head
Like the first cigarette of the day

And it's you,and it's May
And we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away

Do I have time?
A man of my calibre
Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager
No
And I dealt with this years ago
I took a hammer to every memento
But image on image like beads on a rosary
Pulled through my head as the music takes hold
And the sickener hits;I can work till I break
But I love the bones of you
That I will never escape

And I can't move my arm
Through the fear that you will wake
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away

Where art thou?: Cartagena

Y'alreeet?:

touched

Instead of singing birds...: Elbow- The Seldom Seen Kid

Tags: amorosez, groupismo, music

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Bohemian Rhapsody	Feb. 6th, 2008 @ 02:15 pm

Dios salve a la Reina,a los Lego y a todos los Frikis que hacen estas cosas.

Y'alreeet?:

weird

Instead of singing birds...: Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen

Tags: frikadas, groupismo

(2 little birds | Pía)

No se me pongan celosos,está fuera de mii alcance	Jan. 25th, 2008 @ 05:48 pm

( Qué regüeno que está )

Y'alreeet?:

blah

Tags: groupismo

(14 little birds | Pía)

Bye,love	Jan. 23rd, 2008 @ 11:20 pm

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.

No es justo que muera alguien que ha vivido tan poco.

Y'alreeet?:

cranky

Instead of singing birds...: Michelle Branch - Goodbye To You

Tags: groupismo, momentos nórdico

(3 little birds | Pía)

De tal palo...	Feb. 13th, 2007 @ 11:32 pm

Qué horrible ser vecina de los Sumner...todo el día espiándolos...sin poder salir a coger el correo en pijama...teniendo que ir a la peluquería una vez a la semana...sin comprar sal/azúcar/aceite...
Apunte:para quien no lo sepa,este señor es Joseph Sumner,hijo de Gordon Matthew Sumner,más conocido como Sting.Ahora no vale decir:"¡Ah,claro!¡Ya decía yo que me recordaba a alguien!"
NOTA ACLARATORIA:Parece que hay algunas confusiones por aquí,y eso os pasa por incultos,por no saber que Sting en realidad se llama Gordon Matthew Sumner,por lo que este señor de la foto es su hijo,Joseph Sumner,cantante también como su papa.

Where art thou?: Mi torreón

Y'alreeet?:

mejorcilla

Instead of singing birds...: I'm so happy I can't stop crying - Papá Sumner xD

Tags: groupismo

(7 little birds | Pía)

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