I'll hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
~

ANAKIN: From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day hasn't gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm with you again, I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you. I can't breathe. I'm haunted by the kiss you should never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me. What can I do? I will do anything you ask...

ANAKIN: If you are suffering as much as I am, please tell me.

PADMÉ: ...I can't. We can't. It's just not possible.

ANAKIN: Anything's possible. Padmé, listen to me...

PADMÉ: No! you listen. We live in a real world. Come back to it. You're studying to become a Jedi. I'm a Senator. If you follow your thoughts through to conclusion, they will take us to a place we cannot go... regardless of the way we feel about each other.

ANAKIN: Then you do feel something!

PADMÉ: I will not let you give up your future for me.

ANAKIN: You're asking me to be rational. That is something I know I cannot do. Believe me, I wish I could wish my feelings away... but I can't.

PADMÉ: I will not going to give in to this.

ANAKIN: Well you know it. It wouldn't have to be that way... we could keep it a secret.

PADMÉ: We'd be living a lie - one we couldn't keep up even if we wanted to. I couldn't do that. Could you, Anakin? Could you live like that?

ANAKIN: No. You're right. It would destroy us.~

Daydream, delusion, Limousine, eyelash
Oh Baby! With your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm delusion angel
I'm fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Latched in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?~

Let me hear you speaking

Just for me.~

I'm waiting for the night to fall

I know that it will save us all

When everything's dark

Keeps us from the stark reality

I'm waiting for the night to fall

When everything is bearable

And there in the still

All that You feel

Is tranquility.~

I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real

No mistaking the faking, I care

With a prayer in the air I will leave it there

On a note full of hope not despair.~

I can feel

The discomfort in your seat

And in your head it's worse

There's a pain

A famine in your heart

An aching to be free

Bring your chains

Your lips of tragedy

And fall into my arms

Can't you see

All love's luxuries

Are here for you and me

~

To the soul's desires

The body listens

What the flesh requires

Keeps the heart imprisoned

What the spirit seeks

The mind will follow

When the body speaks

All else is hollow.~

Angels with silver wings

Shouldn't know suffering

I wish I could take the pain for you.~

Idle talk

And hollow promises

Cheating Judases

Doubting Thomases

don't just stand there and shout it

Do something about it.~

Experiences have a lasting impression

But words once spoken

Don't mean a lot now.~

Words are meaningless

And forgettable.~

He is just a worthless liar.

He is just an imbecile.

He will only complicate you.

Trust in him and fall as well.

He will find a center in you.

He will chew it up and leave,

He will work to elevate you

just enough to bring you down.~

- You don't even know me.

- I have the rest of my life to find out.~

Miedo.

Dime donde estas para ir a enfrentarte.

No te temo.

Por que he de hacerlo ? ~

Las flores retoñan y mueren.

Las estrellas brillan, pero eventualmente se apagan.

Todo muere, la tierra, el sol y hasta algo tan inmenso como este universo no esta escluido.

Comparado con eso, la vida del hombre es tan efimera como un abrir y cerrar de ojos, en ese instante un hombre nace, en ese corto instante un hombre nace, se rie, llora, pelea, sufre, regocija, lamenta, odia y ama a otros.

Todo es transitorio y luego todos caemos en el sueño eterno llamado muerte.~

Pureza

"La pureza, un concepto que recuerda las flores, el sabor a menta picante de un enjuague bucal, un niño aferrado al pecho suave de su madre, era algo que se sumó a todos estos directamente al concepto de la sangre, el concepto de las espadas de corte a través de los hombros para rociar el aire de sangre. Y al concepto de seppuku. En el momento en que un samurai "cayó como los cerezos en flor, su cadáver ensangrentado se convirtió a la vez como fragantes flores de cerezo. El concepto de pureza, entonces, podría alterar en sentido contrario con una velocidad arbitraria. Y así la pureza era la materia de la poesía."~

"La Cura" ~

Definitivamente cada que leo y/o escucho a The Cure, me hace recordar aquellos tiempos años atrás donde un Israelus mas joven existía, donde aquella persona se sentía grande a pesar de su corta edad.

Aquellos tiempos donde los chicos imaginarios mataban al árabe en un sábado por la noche a las 10:15. Por que no puedo ser como tu? si tan solo fuera como en el cielo. Si tan solo esta noche pudiéramos dormir en una cama hecha de flores. Los viernes son de amor en la calle de la fascinación.

Fueron como 100 años, perdidos en el bosque buscando a la chica que nunca estuvo ahí.

Hasta que un día extraño, el 13, todo llego a su fin en menos de 17 segundos, pero después de todo no fue el fin del mundo, simplemente jugamos nuestra parte en el juego de hoy.

Quizás y algún día lleguemos a tener otro viaje en tren.

Los chicos no lloran.

"The Lugger Times" taken from "Lost in a forest" by ::Israelus Mode::

En Mi Otro Mundo ~

En mi otro mundo
No hay dolor
Y todos mis pensamientos
Son nubes de felicidad

En mi otro mundo
Mi corazón late rojo
No hay arma
Apuntando a mi cabeza

Y yo realmente no quiero tu beso
Mis pensamientos no me hacen llorar
Mi corazón no está lleno de tristeza gris
Mis oídos no pueden escucharte mentir

Y ni siquiera puedo ver tu cara
Nunca he oído tu nombre
Mi corazón está todavía, mis pensamientos están en calma
Y la luz ha llenado este espacio

En mi otro mundo
Mi dolor es una bendición
Soy dueño de tu alma
Soy dueño de tus besos
En mi otro mundo

How 4-8 Year-Old Kids Describe Love.~

Tome este texto del microblog de Kya :3
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A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds: “What does love mean?”
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think…

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”

Rebecca - age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”

Billy - age 4

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”

Terri - age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”

Danny - age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”

Emily - age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Bobby - age 7

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”

Nikka - age 6

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”

Noelle - age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”

Tommy - age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”

Cindy - age 8

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Elaine - age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”

Chris - age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”

Mary Ann - age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” (Now THIS is love!)

Lauren - age 4

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an image!)

Karen - age 7

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”

Mark - age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”

Jessica - age 8

And the final one…

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,

“Nothing, I just helped him cry.”