tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157673639670139433.post2405810853314845027..comments2023-10-28T04:46:06.766-07:00Comments on En otra vida....: DORMIDA O DESPIERTA?..Fernanda Ciminohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12050584619462132972noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157673639670139433.post-45877574863205125512007-11-11T13:30:00.000-08:002007-11-11T13:30:00.000-08:00Hi prima !This is Az !First at all congrats with y...Hi prima !<BR/>This is Az !<BR/>First at all congrats with your blog I love it !<BR/><BR/>Sabes ultimamente eh vivido algo parecido, sabes my gf sufre de algo parecido, she is so sensitive, y esto algunas veces a provocado que discutamos algunas veces yo digo algo y ella lo toma todo enserio,, te preguntaras estop que tiene que ver con la ultima visita a marte, well she has had so many others relationship in the past so people hurt her, so now she doesn't trust on me as I trust her... it has made me feel kind of empty ..sometimes I think that the best I can do is end our relationship and be friends instead of something else, but I don't want to, so ella ah estado peleando con esos fantasmas del pasado y la verdad yo la eh tratado de ayudar mucho por ahora todo esta bien disfrutamos mucho de la vida nos divertimos como locos pero de repente otra vez las experiencis del pasado caen y el moustro aparece esto es noe se com esplicarlo.... sabes algun vez as escuchado este song by Ray LaMongtage? I'll post my favorite one espero que te guste es como yo me siento algunas veces..<BR/> EMPTY<BR/><BR/>she lifts her skirt up to her knees,<BR/>walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.<BR/>i never learned to count my blessings,<BR/>i choose instead to dwell in my disasters.<BR/>i walk on down a hill,<BR/>through grass, grown tall and brown<BR/>and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.<BR/>on past the busted back of that old and rusted cadillac<BR/>that sinks into this field, collecting rain.<BR/>will i always feel this way?<BR/>so empty, so estranged<BR/><BR/>and of these cut- throat busted sunsets,<BR/>these cold and damp white mornings<BR/>i have grown weary.<BR/>if though my cracked and dusted dime-store lips<BR/>i spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?<BR/>lay your blouse across the chair,<BR/>let fall the flowers from from your hair<BR/>and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.<BR/>outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,<BR/>to me it sounds like they're applauding us the the quiet love we made.<BR/>will i always feel this way?<BR/>so empty, so estranged<BR/><BR/>well i looked my demons in the eyes,<BR/>laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me.<BR/>you see, i've been to hell and back so many times,<BR/>i must admit you kind of bore me.<BR/>there's a lot of things that can kill a man,<BR/>there's a lot of ways to die,<BR/>listen, some already did that walked beside me.<BR/>there's alot of things i don't understand,<BR/>why so many people lie.<BR/>its the hurt i hide inside that fuels the fire inside me.<BR/>will i always feel this way?<BR/>so empty, so estranged <BR/><BR/>Primis I hope to hear from you soon ! I love you !!!! Greetings and hugs !!Az the secret soulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07677326298046279148noreply@blogger.com