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"If it's planned, it's boring."
-Freddie Mercury

martes, 27 de septiembre de 2011

That way.

- He went that way.
- Who did?
- The white rabbit.
- He did?
- He did what?
- He went that way.
- Who went that way?



"Come with me,

where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things and your heart will fly on wings forever."

domingo, 25 de septiembre de 2011

I will be waiting.

"You know that place between sleep and awake; that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I will always love you. That's where I will be waiting." 

Never forget.



—Peter. You won't forget me, will you?
—Me? Forget? Never.
—Will you ever come back?
—To hear stories... About me.


Neverland.


—Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.
—Never is an awfully long time.



You.

You taught me that being happy doesn't mean everything in life is perfect. It simply means you have decided look beyond the imperfections.



sábado, 24 de septiembre de 2011

S(he) be(lie)ve(d).

SHE'S BROKEN 
BECAUSE 
SHE BELIEVED.


Once upon a December.

Dancing bears, painted wings; things I almost remember.
And a song someone sings, once upon a December.


Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully... Across my memory.


Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember. 
Things my heart used to know, once upon a December.



Shattered.

And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand why my heart's so broken, rejecting your love. Without love gone wrong. But I know, all I know is that the end's beginning.
Take me home to my heart. Let me go and I will run. I will not be silenced.


...

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.



Take it all away.

Take away everything, burn away all of me.
As I break I believe you will come to rescue.

Under my skin.

Shadow days come to haunt me here, to wrap around me dark and cold, to hide the sunlight from my eyes. I cannot see far beyond these clouds surrounding, I will not forget that this is not the end. Under my skin, under these scars, take me again, tear me apart. 'Cause I wanna see everything you are, til all that's left is not myself. This is life every second here gripping tighter, empty praise to all the things I fear inside. But I know that you will rise up from these ashesTomorrow will be the light that guides me.

Arriésgate.


Y entonces me entran ganas de gritarte que te arriesgues. Que por una vez en tu vida te tires de cabeza a la piscina sin saber si está llena o vacía. Que te dejes de castillos en el aire y empieces a construir uno conmigo. Que no creo que pida tanto, que no creo que sea difícil y que, sobretodo, no creo que tú no quieras. Que después de tanto tiempo te conozco, aunque no lo parezca. Pero también me conozco a mí y no, yo tampoco me arriesgo, y por eso no grito.



viernes, 23 de septiembre de 2011

Believe.

believe [bɪˈliːv]vb
1. to accept (a statement, supposition, or opinion)
2. to accept the statement or opinion of (a person)
3. to be convinced of the truth or existence (of)


Magical creatures... The charming prince and his white horse, the rabbit with a clock or the magical unicorn.
Believe of whatever you want, but believe. Life gets easier by believing.

Finding Neverland.

— Cuando piense en tu madre, siempre recordaré lo feliz que estaba, sentada en el salón, viendo una obra sobre su familia, sobre de sus hijos... que nunca crecieron. Se fue al país de Nunca Jamás. Y puedes visitarla siempre que quieras, si tú mismo viajas hasta allí.
— ¿Cómo?
— Creyendo que existe, Peter. Sólo hay que creer.

Solo hay que creer. (Video)

Juntos.

En tiempos de desdicha y sufrimiento, te abrazaré, te acunaré y haré de tu dolor el mío. Cuando tú lloras, yo lloro, cuando tú sufres, yo sufro. Juntos intentaremos contener el torrente de lágrimas y desesperación, y superar los misteriosos baches de la vida.


Estoy fuera de los recuerdos.

Basta. Estoy fuera. De los recuerdos. Del pasado. Pero también estoy perdida. Antes o después las cosas que has dejado atrás te alcanzan. Y las cosas más estúpidas, cuando estás enamorada, las recuerdas como las más bonitas. Porque su simplicidad no tiene comparación. Y me dan ganas de gritar. En este silencio que hace daño. Basta. Déjame. Ponlo de nuevo todo en su sitio. Así. Cierra. Doble vuelta de llave. En el fondo del corazón, allí, en aquella esquina. En aquel jardín. Algunas flores, un poco de sombra y después dolor. Ponlos allí, bien escondidos, te lo ruego, donde no duelan, donde nadie pueda verlos. Donde tú no los puedas ver.


Not so different.

Look at me and look at you, now look at me again... See, we're not so different.

I had a dream.

I had a dream that beauty was only skin deep. And if we all just believe love is all we need; nothing else can set you free.


Locked up tight.

Locked up tight, like I would never feel again. Stuck in some kind of love prison and threw away the key.
 
Terrified until I stared into your eyes...

They never leave us.

The ones that love us never really leave us. You can always find them,

jueves, 22 de septiembre de 2011

Don't say goodbye.


Saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.