The Calendar

It's said if you don't let it out You're gonna let it eat you away
I'd rather be a cannibal, baby
Animals like me don't talk anyway

Put another X on the calendar
Summer's on its deathbed
There is simply nothing worse
Than knowing how it ends
And I meant everything I said that night
I will come back to life
But only for you
Only for you

Do you pay much atention to the calendar? I think that it's like being tied by ropes, just live and enjoy your day because time wasted today, is time lost tomorrow.

We can't let some numbers in a paper control our lifes, don't you think? However, don't forget your friends or parents birthdays, it's a mess to buy a present the same day, am I wrong?

 Enjoy your last days of summer!

 

Why do all good things come to an end...?

Given Up

 

 

 

Wake in a sweat again

Another day's been laid to waste

In my disgrace

Stuck in my head again

Feels like I'll never leave this place

There's no escape

I'm my own worst enemy

I've given up...

I'm sick of living

Is there nothing you can say?

Take this all away

I'm suffocating!

Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me!

I don't know what to take

Thought I was focused but I'm scared

I'm not prepared

I hyperventilate.

Looking for help somehow somewhere

And you don't care

Put me out of my misery

 

 

I'm not saying that I'm giving up, not at all, just in some targets that now I don't think they worth it.

Chasing Cars

I know I promised to put some photos of my room and to show you my home-made frames, but I must admit that I even don't have time to do anything.

In two weeks I start my classes but I also have my driving license test.
It's funny that despite I'm on holidays I have to stufy hard every day, almost harder than during the university because of the short period of time that I have to learn and understand all the contents.

I hope to be able to post some things that i have in mind as I really like to spend part of my time on the blog, it doesn't matter if it's read or it likes as long as I enjoy doing it.

By the way, I have put a survey on the right side of the page just to know what language do you speak because I'll try to translate the page in different languages as I study the translation and interpretation degree.

I think I've nothing left to say, just see you soon!!

Turn Off The Lights

 




I got so sick of being on my own
Now the devil won't leave me alone
It's almost like I found a friend
Who's in it for the bitter end

  




Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos 
I set my expectations high 
So nothing ever comes out right 
So shoot a star on the boulevard tonight 
I think I'll figure it out with a little more time
But who needs time?

Turn off the lights, turn off the lights
Turn on the show for me tonight
I've got my heavy heart to hold me down
Once it falls apart my heads in the clouds

So I'm taking every chance I've got
Like the man I know I'm not

So sick of wasting all my time
How in gods name did I survive?
I need a little sympathy
To sore my insecurities

                                                                 A School Project of 2005

Fluorescent Adolescent

Sometimes, when you don't expect it, it happens

 

          The best you ever had is just a memory...

 

Maybe you've been waiting for this for a long time

 

 

No sleep, no thoughts despite this annoying memories that follow you everywhere you hide or

escape to 

It's a constant struggle and it seems that it will never end

 

But you don't give up because...

 

if you had one shot, one opportunity

to seize everything you ever wanted

would you capture it?

 

or just let it sleep?

 

 

This things that seemed so hard, even impossible

 

one day you realize that the solution to your problems is so easy that you've already solved them

Life continues

 

Nobody said it was easy

                                                      but there'll always be a second chance for you, even if you don't believe it

The whole world is there waiting for you to come!

Sometimes I want to disappear, when I feel kinda bad and I'm all distressed. Pass it off on a better day.

Well you got whatcha want whatcha never knew. Perfect gift from me to you. 

 

Got shackles on, my words are tied

Fear can make you compromise

Fast enough it's hard to hide

You never knew that I could find what could come when we realize

Houdini

 

 Do you believe in magic? 

 

On the last century there was a talented man called Harry Houdini who was born in Budapest and died in Detroit.

In 1904, thousands watched as he tried to escape from a special handcuff commissioned by London's Daily Mirror, keeping them in suspense for an hour. 

Another stunt saw him buried alive and only just able to claw himself to the surface, emerging in a state of near-breakdown.

 

  

While many suspected that these escapes were fabricated, it is ironic that Houdini was meanwhile presenting himself as the scourge of fake magicians and spiritualists. As President of the Society of American Magicians, he was keen to uphold professional standards and expose fraudulent artists who gave practitioners a bad name. He was also quick to sue anyone who pirated his own escape-stunts.

Houdini made a number of movies, but quit acting when it failed to bring in money. He was also a keen aviator, and aimed to become the first man to fly a plane in Australia, but according to the official definition of sustained flight, he was beaten to it by two others.

Even the circumstances of his death were dramatic and mysterious. According to one version, a student in Montreal asked him if his stomach was hard enough to take any blow, to which he replied that it was, whereupon the student rained a series of blows on it before Houdini had had time to tense up. A few days later, he died of a ruptured appendix. But this may have been unconnected, as he had already been suffering appendicitis and refusing to seek medical attention.

I don't want to say that ilusionists nowadays are untalented or their work is so easy that everybody can do it, but there's no doubt that in these days it's very difficult to find a man capable to do such an amazing tricks and get so many people together to admire his performances.

She Moves In Her Own Way

I don't know why but this song remember me to a journey in bus or train.

 

So at my show on Monday I was told that someday you'd be on your way to better things

It's not about your make-up or how you try to shape up to these tiresome paper dreams

paper dremas, honey

Since I began university, they've become my habitual habitat. Most of my last course photos are set in this means of transport.

How was your year? 

I hope it was as great as mine.

I hope you'd known nice people and you liked what you were doing. 

 

 

 

 

It doesn't matter what you aim for

 

if it's what you want.