<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:56:58.388+01:00</updated><category term='la séptima capital'/><category term='subida y caida'/><category term='subida'/><category term='motivo'/><category term='caida'/><category term='sin motivo'/><category term='casi no'/><category term='tu sombra'/><category term='Apresada'/><category term='raise and fall'/><category term='casino'/><title type='text'>El mundo hoy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apresada'/><title type='text'>Apresada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Las manos atadas&lt;br /&gt;La razón abandonada&lt;br /&gt;Así quedé apresada&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida parada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Las luces se apagaron&lt;br /&gt;Las flores marchitaron&lt;br /&gt;La sonrisa desaparecida&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tú flotabas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estabas pero me dejabas&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada se perdió&lt;br /&gt;El dolor paró mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dejé de ser, de ser yo&lt;br /&gt;Juré lo mejor por tí&lt;br /&gt;Pero apenas pude seguir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;En un laberinto me adentré&lt;br /&gt;Perdí la cuerda que me unía&lt;br /&gt;Hasta mi nombre se esfumó&lt;br /&gt;Y tanto dolor nubló la razón&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sin ti no puedo, sin tu lucero&lt;br /&gt;Tus palabras sabias, daban vida&lt;br /&gt;Un barco a la deriva bajo el torbellino&lt;br /&gt;Perdí el rumbo de mi destino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viró mi barco y atrapado por algas&lt;br /&gt;Temores, miedos me frenan y encallan&lt;br /&gt;Que absorben la voluntad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atrapada cual incauta milenaria&lt;br /&gt;Guiada por mentiras y falsas verdades&lt;br /&gt;Hay que quebrarlo todo para empezar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yo sóla no me atrevo&lt;br /&gt;Me falta creer en lo mayor&lt;br /&gt;Sin fé en tí, jamás caminarás&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No te adentres al bosque&lt;br /&gt;Donde no ves y te perderás&lt;br /&gt;Pero sientes e imaginas con verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La lluvia te golpea, y no sientes&lt;br /&gt;Las hojas tintinean, y no oyes&lt;br /&gt;La luz resplandece, y no ves&lt;br /&gt;Caes al vacío, al frío río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Renace tu alma, tu co-razón&lt;br /&gt;Respiras un nuevo aroma&lt;br /&gt;Vives, de nuevo vives&lt;br /&gt;por tí, y al fin sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;¿Que importa ya el camino?&lt;br /&gt;¿Los golpes del destino?&lt;br /&gt;¿Los caminos ya perdidos?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No todo es imposible&lt;br /&gt;Sigue caminando con decisión&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dejés de oirte, corazón&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2 de octubre de 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-842319628977658619?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/842319628977658619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=842319628977658619' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/842319628977658619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/842319628977658619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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dueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me asías a la vida&lt;br /&gt;tuya era sin pedida&lt;br /&gt;y el sentido se marchó&lt;br /&gt;cual flor marchica de calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sin motivo, vivo&lt;br /&gt;sin metas camino&lt;br /&gt;perdí mi destino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tiempo que me mira&lt;br /&gt;se burla de mi perdida&lt;br /&gt;sin motivo, con herida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me ayudabas a seguir&lt;br /&gt;y te elejé de mí&lt;br /&gt;errores de decidir&lt;br /&gt;falta de elegir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reacciones a las acciones&lt;br /&gt;provoqué a las conclusiones&lt;br /&gt;y ninguna me valía&lt;br /&gt;con ninguna me alegré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sin motivo, te anhelo&lt;br /&gt;y las palabras se pierden&lt;br /&gt;y las acciones no se sienten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;las lagrimas no curan&lt;br /&gt;dejé de sentir, insegura&lt;br /&gt;pierdo y tengo, sin motivo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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patrañas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;teje cual araña&lt;br /&gt;y casi no, de suerte&lt;br /&gt;ya no puedo verte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he perdido el brillo&lt;br /&gt;la ilusión de quererte&lt;br /&gt;he perdido el motivo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;la sonrisa es una mueca&lt;br /&gt;cual tejedora sin rueca&lt;br /&gt;trato en vano mi trabajo&lt;br /&gt;pero a inutilidad rebajo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;casi no me conozco&lt;br /&gt;concluyo en mi pensar&lt;br /&gt;dicharrachera solia estar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;silencio es mi compañero&lt;br /&gt;de noche y dia, te pierdo&lt;br /&gt;mis errores asi se pagan&lt;br /&gt;es verte alejar cada mañana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dolor que no disipo&lt;br /&gt;heridas que no curan&lt;br /&gt;casi no, lo reconozco&lt;br /&gt;mis fallos nos dañan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aguijón de la razón&lt;br /&gt;clava y no sana&lt;br /&gt;esta amarga mañana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-1445110665557009701</id><published>2010-10-04T20:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:04:18.761+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subida y caida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caida'/><title type='text'>Subida y caida</title><content type='html'>La luz hace crecer las flores&lt;br /&gt;El sol calentando docenas de arboles&lt;br /&gt;pero yo estoy caída&lt;br /&gt;atrapada y no libre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muy lejanos quedan los buenos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado tarde para actuar correctamente ahora&lt;br /&gt;Seguir sonriendo, se vuelve inútill&lt;br /&gt;Por la acusación que crece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedes estar orgullosa de tu delito&lt;br /&gt;Hiciste enojar a los angeles, sumisos&lt;br /&gt;¿Aún te debo algo?&lt;br /&gt;¿No te ha pagado mi corazón?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada es suficiente para un buitre&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo quieres y pudres, corrupto&lt;br /&gt;Transformas bendición en maldición&lt;br /&gt;Tu sentencia aún estrepitosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto será tarde para remediarlo&lt;br /&gt;Sin día para lamentarlo&lt;br /&gt;Y el dolor seguirá creciendo&lt;br /&gt;se derrumbara con tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las lágrimas no van a limpiar&lt;br /&gt;el daño que has hecho&lt;br /&gt;Finge que quieres que me quede&lt;br /&gt;Tus palabras tañen mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin alma me has dejado&lt;br /&gt;Tu lengua envenenada, buscona&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevive succionando esperanza, malvada&lt;br /&gt;pero éste no será mi turno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15 de febrero de 2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Nothing will be enough for a vulture&lt;br /&gt;All you want all you rotten, corrupt&lt;br /&gt;Turning bless to curse&lt;br /&gt;Your sentence crashing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be late to mend&lt;br /&gt;No day to be sorry&lt;br /&gt;And the pain will grown in&lt;br /&gt;will collapse with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears won't wash away&lt;br /&gt;the damage you've done&lt;br /&gt;Pretend you want i stay&lt;br /&gt;Your words ring my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souless you turned me&lt;br /&gt;You poison tonge, seeker&lt;br /&gt;Survive sucking hope, wicked&lt;br /&gt;But it won't be my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15th february, 2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1038248055920181320?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-966308402836227685</id><published>2010-10-04T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:02:09.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la séptima capital'/><title type='text'>La séptima capital</title><content type='html'>Conquistador ya cansado&lt;br /&gt;Descubridor olvidado&lt;br /&gt;¿quien te hubo amado?&lt;br /&gt;Camina y sin rumbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te venció el todo&lt;br /&gt;Te pierdes en el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Te enfrentas a tu miedo&lt;br /&gt;Batallas, heridas, lodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto olvidé tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;Lejos quedará tu logro&lt;br /&gt;Condenado y libre soy&lt;br /&gt;Sanador y pecado doy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la última ciudad vas&lt;br /&gt;cruzaste hacia la ira,&lt;br /&gt;ignoraste la humildad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atraviesas la envidia&lt;br /&gt;abandonas la vanidad&lt;br /&gt;sólo la rueda te espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegaste a tu triste fin&lt;br /&gt;el día que cayó tu ser&lt;br /&gt;Soberbia mató a timidez&lt;br /&gt;preso a oscuro confín.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 de febrero de 2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-966308402836227685?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/966308402836227685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=966308402836227685' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/966308402836227685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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derrumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan pronto marchaste&lt;br /&gt;Tanto aún permanece&lt;br /&gt;y la flor no florece&lt;br /&gt;Así pues cambiaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo gris tiene tenue matiz&lt;br /&gt;Y en el silencio pregunto&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde quedó el tono?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda materia tiene fin&lt;br /&gt;vulnerable, ¿que importo?&lt;br /&gt;superable, ¿que aporto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesidad y Voluntad&lt;br /&gt;se desconocen, como yo&lt;br /&gt;se olvidan, y si creyó&lt;br /&gt;Todo fué pasaje fugaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo que no vuelve&lt;br /&gt;Lugar que no permanece&lt;br /&gt;Estado que desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Y en cambio envuelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde quedaste, viajaste?&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde llegaste, hablaste?&lt;br /&gt;Retorica inservible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que mal tú hiciste?&lt;br /&gt;¿un camino elegiste?&lt;br /&gt;Y tu sombra se quedó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7 de febrero de 2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1268593303315839651?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1268593303315839651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1268593303315839651' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1268593303315839651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1268593303315839651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2010/10/tu-sombra.html' title='Tu sombra'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-3183151254490415596</id><published>2008-11-15T15:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:28:03.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Un)Break(able)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;(Un)Break(able)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It will last?&lt;br /&gt;It will end?&lt;br /&gt;It will hurt?&lt;br /&gt;It will break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I doubt to be right&lt;br /&gt;but there must be some truth&lt;br /&gt;as I can't think different now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to harm you&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me to go on&lt;br /&gt;May my head speaks different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear the message it says&lt;br /&gt;I fear the form it takes&lt;br /&gt;I fear how deep it can be&lt;br /&gt;I fear it digs and grown on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it end or last?&lt;br /&gt;Will it be right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;We will end broken?&lt;br /&gt;Or we will fix it till it fits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night i look forward&lt;br /&gt;I look back to meet us&lt;br /&gt;secretely, privately, unique&lt;br /&gt;it brings light on the dark night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count backwards when you go&lt;br /&gt;I can picture us together&lt;br /&gt;The better scene i've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I feel you around me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light that guides me&lt;br /&gt;a warm arm on a cold night&lt;br /&gt;a whisper on a silent night&lt;br /&gt;That's you to me, unbreakeable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(29/10/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-3183151254490415596?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/3183151254490415596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=3183151254490415596' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/3183151254490415596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/3183151254490415596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/11/unbreakable.html' title='(Un)Break(able)'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-141669331222474331</id><published>2008-11-15T15:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:27:33.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thousand Lives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wasting time&lt;br /&gt;just sat inside my car&lt;br /&gt;looking around me, us&lt;br /&gt;people walking in a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always busy to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;where they go? what they do?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, staring at the trace they leave&lt;br /&gt;i picture lives, one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding hands, separated, opposite&lt;br /&gt;everyone goes beside each other&lt;br /&gt;and most them even don't care&lt;br /&gt;does it makes you feel something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just wasting time&lt;br /&gt;looking at everyone going up and down&lt;br /&gt;road, street, square, i chase them&lt;br /&gt;i live in them, for just a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor more, not less, no wonder&lt;br /&gt;they are in a rush, to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;what if they get lost?&lt;br /&gt;what guides them to what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just wondering how they are&lt;br /&gt;off their daily lives, off their boring work&lt;br /&gt;when they lay to rest, when they wake up&lt;br /&gt;how they are ones with the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lived thousand lives&lt;br /&gt;it took me a few time&lt;br /&gt;just wondering on my car&lt;br /&gt;trying to know what was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (09 November 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-141669331222474331?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/141669331222474331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=141669331222474331' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/141669331222474331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/141669331222474331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/11/thousand-lives.html' title='Thousand Lives'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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that makes us stop&lt;br /&gt;stand on a rainy night, for a feeling&lt;br /&gt;awake on a cold place, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing i only need&lt;br /&gt;hear you again, feel you again&lt;br /&gt;close to me, all my problems vanish&lt;br /&gt;opposites and needed we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the sand that needs me&lt;br /&gt;i am the tear that falls into you&lt;br /&gt;i am the air that floats on the hill&lt;br /&gt;you are the bird that flies up the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months have passed and i here i wait&lt;br /&gt;for the next chance to come&lt;br /&gt;to see you another night&lt;br /&gt;the one when our hearts met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to fear now&lt;br /&gt;just want to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;is it too late to try?&lt;br /&gt;a new land is behind that bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you wait me there, at the other side?&lt;br /&gt;i will walk firmly, i won't slide&lt;br /&gt;this feeling makes me strong&lt;br /&gt;no pain will hit me anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (18-10-2008 Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-580853158183989197?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/580853158183989197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=580853158183989197' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/580853158183989197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/580853158183989197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/11/hundred-days.html' title='Hundred Days'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2461038397008364714</id><published>2008-11-15T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:25:37.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear the ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tear the ocean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; deep in blue&lt;br /&gt; on open space&lt;br /&gt; me in the middle&lt;br /&gt; trying not to sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i can't cry any longer&lt;br /&gt; i can't wait anymore&lt;br /&gt; i can't avoid this feeling&lt;br /&gt; i can't hide this fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i will tear the ocean&lt;br /&gt; nothing will stop me&lt;br /&gt; just a voice i need to hear&lt;br /&gt; just a hand i want to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nobody can ease my fear&lt;br /&gt; nobody can keep my hopes&lt;br /&gt; i won't give up now&lt;br /&gt; i won't drift in this water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; deep blue ocean surrounds me&lt;br /&gt; no rocks i could stand in&lt;br /&gt; alone, empty and full&lt;br /&gt; i can't go on that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; give up to blame me&lt;br /&gt; give up to break me&lt;br /&gt; come and hold me close&lt;br /&gt; don't hide this love anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i can't go on this way&lt;br /&gt; i can't beat my heart, broken&lt;br /&gt; i can't fix the fears, hurting&lt;br /&gt; words unsaid, sights unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i will tear the ocean&lt;br /&gt; nobody can know why&lt;br /&gt; just the words i need to hear&lt;br /&gt; just your heart been opened for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; try it once, look at me and tell&lt;br /&gt; close your eyes and say the truth&lt;br /&gt; hear your heart and feel it deep&lt;br /&gt; as deep as the blue ocean that opens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it opens to take me&lt;br /&gt; it opens for the love to come&lt;br /&gt; it tear as my heart stops&lt;br /&gt; just waiting for your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(27/09/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2461038397008364714?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2461038397008364714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2461038397008364714' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There you were above me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking down to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it made me feel so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just staring, just a glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny lights in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guide me home at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blinking and shinning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birds singing a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are staring at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until you get to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i feel lost now, i jut need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to look up at you, shining over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you guide me back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you meet me on the road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bigger one you are, holding the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a window on  cave, let light come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny lights in the night, blue and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guided me back home when i was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colours and silence, weight all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the biggest bear, not to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just i was glancing at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you crossed fast, like a flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your light may let me blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i won't give up staring at you, star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care me with your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just the moon shades you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me feel home, i am cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warm me with your light, shine in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(30-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6205628343169482298?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/6205628343169482298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=6205628343169482298' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6205628343169482298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6205628343169482298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/staring-star.html' title='Staring star'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6892301712419767949</id><published>2008-05-28T00:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:33:30.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinta do Paradiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quinta do Paradiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look to the horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no end, no limits, no lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open sky above you, floating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no borders to stop us, freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just see on the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the surface reflects, like a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the clouds drawing shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the tree coming on, not sinking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the open field welcomes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flowers that bloom, colours and smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them will guide you home, here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome to paradiso, your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here we'll be, together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold me, kiss me, love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no worries, just enjoy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is our little place, quinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birds that sing melodies for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the leafs moved by the wind, dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we lying down next the lake, reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where above us the clouds dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome to our place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our little land, the one we own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody is the boss nobody the clerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold me, let's run together to our land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no fears, just hope and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just you and i, just smiles and sights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in this land we own, drawings in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shadows on the lake, it explains our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just come close, no laws to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meet me on the field, nothing to avoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just be yourself, me and you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just hold me tight, and come to paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(27-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6892301712419767949?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-5455246357537995752</id><published>2008-05-26T11:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:05:01.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stone Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time has stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no future, no past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the path is of stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it takes you to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow the pieces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all fixed like a frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curious draws it forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow the stories it tells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sounds and colours come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come to your mind, pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stories that will born, soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stories that are faded in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;History written by old men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stories lived by young kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the middle, middle age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together a family, History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This town made of stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this makes us strong to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if we are the stone, who fix us together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who makes us a be a frame?&lt;br /&gt;together we will remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the watchful eye look at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from somewhere up our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listening to our fears, bringing hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is just a castle up the stone town&lt;br /&gt;look down to the river, care your child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(26-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-5455246357537995752?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/5455246357537995752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=5455246357537995752' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5455246357537995752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5455246357537995752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/stone-town.html' title='Stone Town'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2899457378048027487</id><published>2008-05-26T10:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:07:21.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy Poppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daisy Poppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here she comes, smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wearing flowers in her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coloured crown she has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yellow, orange, blue, red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here she is singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melodies of joyful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fills the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hypnotized by the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as if she were a siren on a shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will she make us sin, not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will she forgive our mistakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's her name, someone asks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daisy poppy, bloom blaum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she comes on jumping, like a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come up the castle, come to your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flowers grow behind her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow them, your way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up the hill, look down to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a rainbow in the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colours that shine, flowers that dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all down to your feets, waves in an ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smell the scent coming out the stamen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feed yourself with it nectar, stigma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she is a blossom, cheerful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wearing a crown of flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she is prima vera, coming to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the lights of the castle she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow her way, follow the flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them along the river up to the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no stones in this path, just roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just light and smiles, up to the castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(26-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2899457378048027487?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2899457378048027487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2899457378048027487' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2899457378048027487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2899457378048027487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/daisy-poppy.html' title='Daisy Poppy'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-1816932329056390723</id><published>2008-05-26T10:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:09:20.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be on an open field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and feel trapped in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be with your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and feel alone, lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is me and my solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the shine and the shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is me and my own mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the rain and the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open empty spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flowers that grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the scene changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you care for a drop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you care for a tiny ant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you feel your heart beating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you have any feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is me and my solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we walking together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the shadow and the shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the armour that i wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grey and blue, silver and ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one and two, together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mix them, create, destroy, born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is my loneliness who speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tiny candle enlight the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a room where i felt all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a dark place, red curtains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no light outside, just shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold your silver sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;battle against my demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't do it alone, chevalier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come and rescue me, lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is me and my solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone in a crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silent in front the audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fears and hopes make me small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am stand in front them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking, waiting, their reacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but is me who has to act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how to, when you are just solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(26-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1816932329056390723?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1816932329056390723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1816932329056390723' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1816932329056390723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1816932329056390723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-3378040890348631252</id><published>2008-05-21T14:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:16:18.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was down the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking down to town, alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not caring too much on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a car is close to hit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be careful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be yourself dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't lose faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking through the stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny pieces on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a sound come from somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that drills my mind now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be cheerful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be proud dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't get lost in the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep beating that rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the heart of the city are you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old and new get mixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roads and streets, colourful and dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smells come in, old fresh perfum around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be awake girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go ahead dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't fear what is to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep hoping for the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't fear to walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as much as you are still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't mind, just be and do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do what your heart tells you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was walking to the city heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was not caring too much, but it does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a car close to crash, I beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't change yourself dear, alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(21-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-3378040890348631252?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/3378040890348631252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=3378040890348631252' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/3378040890348631252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/3378040890348631252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/walking-alone.html' title='Walking alone'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-1264405244232276273</id><published>2008-05-18T23:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:03:45.617+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on shining in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep on shining in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i was under the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you were the one that cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i was feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you wer the one beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you bring back the hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you gave me your crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you bring back my power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you eased my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you showed me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you guided me on this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not fearing to be a clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your fun made me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i was down, you pulled me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i was lost, you gaved me a map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i was alone, you were next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are my compass, you are my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i felt alone in a crowded place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i felt drifting, sinking on this sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you came and bring me hope, and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because you always said that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep shining in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are tiny stars, holded up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we float in the space, no strings needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we shine, we blink, as we breath and beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we look to the earth from the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up we fly, never to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no wings needed, no fears to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all is in our hands, we can weight all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as much as we keep shining in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(18-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1264405244232276273?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1264405244232276273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1264405244232276273' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1264405244232276273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1264405244232276273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/keep-on-shining-in-sun.html' title='Keep on shining in the sun'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-452739152351623039</id><published>2008-05-18T23:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:55:26.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you mean to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been wating, (in vain?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to be weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you fill my void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you fill those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself again, renewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't explain now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what do you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i'm sure i want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want to quit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want to give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you renew me, you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let me grow, help me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the good you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the feelings you let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what do you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it can't be explained in ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it can't be explained by voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just who knows you can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you never make me feel down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you always cheer me up, make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you let me grow, made me old and wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you turned me into bronze and glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't thank you what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing i will do would be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because all i know is thanks to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just i can't explain, what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(18-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-452739152351623039?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/452739152351623039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=452739152351623039' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/452739152351623039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/452739152351623039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-mean-to-me.html' title='What do you mean to me'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-7719958088253431876</id><published>2008-05-17T19:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:18:36.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you...?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;simple question, complex answer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;proverbs are the village laws&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;laws are a waste of time, a fake&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just a lie, to hold on, a true to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;many questions on my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;many answers to come yet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;no way to match them right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just is it what do you....?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;what do you want&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;what do you need&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;what do you wish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;what do you are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them are one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them make you be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them are different&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them are opposites&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;how to match them right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;How to answer them now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Do I know them?, can I?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;If I am lost, if I can't find me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;On a maze that I've built myself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;on a cave where I hide myself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;why for?, why to leave it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Fears and hopes battle in me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;what do I want is what I need&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;what do I wish I what I want to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;what I need is what I am&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;what I wish is what I want&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them are one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them are opposites&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just a reflection, a shine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just a shadow, the dark&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;throw the dice once more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;show your cards again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;is that a game?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Is that a true thing?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Who knows? Who cares?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Can you answer me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Not from your heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just a question, simplify.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(17-05-2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-7719958088253431876?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/7719958088253431876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=7719958088253431876' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7719958088253431876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7719958088253431876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you.html' title='What do you ... ?'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-8414644507398599056</id><published>2008-05-17T18:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:16:08.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You are wasting me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are wasting me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;oh dear, i'm here for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;i've been waiting for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I want you so much  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;but we have to give it up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;it will break us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;it will tear us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;that is dragging me, kills&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;you are wasting me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;i've been killing time, with you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;i've been looking for me, in you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;i've been loving you, to love me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;i've been lost and still I am&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;there you were, glad to meet me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;you gave me all I wanted&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;but it is never enough, never&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I want more and more, come again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can wait you more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;come to the end, come in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can't explain how I feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need you fill me,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I want to explode with you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;let us die and born&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;let be one and two, opposites&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can't hold it more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;my heart stops when you leave&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I beat when you come, but more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need more and more of you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need you to wake up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need you to sleep,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need you to breath  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need you to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;to be myself, I need&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I know it doesn't makes sense&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;but is the truth, how I feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I am lost without you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;but I can't have more of you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;for the time being, we had been any more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;for the time to come, I need you beside me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;for the time we are, I am as you are for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;you are here, you are wasting me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can't give you more than me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;you can't give me more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;but I need you so bad,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can't quit you baby, never&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;come and waste me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;come and make me spin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;come and slave me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;come and save me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;you are wasting me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need that you empty me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need to fill you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need we change together&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can't give you up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can't go on, i'm stucked&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can't stop or run&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;please do waste me again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;there is no lose or winner&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;there is no king of queen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;there is no warrior or villager&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just you and me, waste me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(17-05-2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-8414644507398599056?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/8414644507398599056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=8414644507398599056' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8414644507398599056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8414644507398599056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-wasting-me.html' title='You are wasting me'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-8068936954361484125</id><published>2008-05-17T18:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:11:57.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flames&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I had lost this battle&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;here I am, a prisioner&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;i'm ready to my punishment&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;here I am, my hands are tied&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;i'm tied on this wood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;my hands up my head&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I can't move, can't escape&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;destiny has surrounded me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;there you are, down my feets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;holding your arms, proud of it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;approach your torch to those woods&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;make sure it burns, flames will grow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;here I am, i've been judged&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I had never compared, or judged&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;but i've been accused, just to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just to be myself, for my behave&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;flames grow, them come close&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;will burn my toes, will burn my feets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;here I am tied, surrounded&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;come on, come on, turn me to ashes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need it now, I need this fire&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;come on, burn me, come and waste me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need to leave, to can be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need to go, to can come&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ironical? Paranoical?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Who is never like that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Who is always one, one side?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The dice has been thrown, down&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;flames grow, them burn me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;turn me to ash, make me vanish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;let my soul leave me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;let my mind goes, to come back&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;do I fear your words?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Do I was misunderstood?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I don't care, I didn't saved me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I need you waste me, I need those flames&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them will purify me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them will vanish me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;them will grow, on me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I will born again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(17-05-2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-8068936954361484125?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/8068936954361484125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=8068936954361484125' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8068936954361484125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8068936954361484125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/flames.html' title='Flames'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-8803138367818804625</id><published>2008-05-16T02:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:15:28.304+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't put you down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't put you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I am once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who will surround this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stare at you, but nothing come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am as dry as the ink i use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing new comes these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it worries me, i fear you've gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't leave me now, don't go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't let me down, don't turn and leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am weak, surviving alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am down, crawling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't leave me now, help me to go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't drag me down, pull me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me fly again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me smile, proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make my heart beat, glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me love you one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am dying without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's no room to breath now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my blood stops running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am losing, I am left, drifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sit beside me, as you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whisper in my ear, all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold me tight, don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I need you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't put down all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no papers could explain that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no ink is enough to write down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you ease my worries, everything brights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you worry when I don't ask you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me smile, with your shy details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me feel right, just next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't go and leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you as flowers need the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come and pour yourself on my garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't put you down yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't write in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't describe you, how you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't say aloud how much I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't write it in a way it makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wind blows on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me surrounded, in the ground, lying dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you came to rescue me, whisper to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me breath again, bring back my sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was lost until you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was sinking in until you rescued me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was dying until you made me beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was waiting for you all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promise me you won't leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I count down the time that rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I count until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't put you down anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't make sense myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until I talk to you, brieft but enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are what I need, to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting for you, a brief talk i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheer me up once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me smile, take me close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't fear this love, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't leave you down, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In tons of words i try to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to build a world for us, me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to understand how I feel, for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It all will be know the day we'll say, 'I love you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(15-05-2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-8803138367818804625?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/8803138367818804625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=8803138367818804625' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8803138367818804625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8803138367818804625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-put-you-down.html' title='I can&apos;t put you down'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-8902787362115868435</id><published>2008-05-10T16:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:51:04.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine after the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2327978"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shine after the storm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't mind how it happened&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't care when it was at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just know you changed me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the light after the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you brough me back the hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the hope i've lost on my way home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;on this tiring way, were i've lost faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;then you held me, you cheered me up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i've never been this way before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I feel the energy running through me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can see my smile, I can hear my smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;pure and clean, as you've made me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just want to see your spotlight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;see how it shines, how it dance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;on your eyes, them staring at mines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let's unmask us for once, let's dance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you fill the void, with joy and hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you make the tiniest moments, to mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you cared me, since I don't know when&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you cleaned my soul, as sure as water flows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you've been the light after the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the air I need to breath, ozone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you've been the water that flows,  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the one i've been looking for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;since I remember you made me smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;since I remember you were truth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;since I remember you were beside me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't know since when but I love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't say it on any other way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't want to hide it one more day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't need to put me down and pray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the things i've always wished are here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I feel your heart close to mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can picture you beside me, smiling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can see you holding me, staring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't love you more than now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's a distance that separates us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's a language that distinguish us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's a past that hurted us, so deep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but love has no reasons, is just as the light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it comes from somewhere outside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it crash in our hearts,  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it kills and makes us born again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it is as fast as a flash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's no more room I can give you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just my heart, just your light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's no time, no past, just future&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;for you and I, for me and you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let's kill time staring us tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let my spotlight dance with yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me love you more, let me know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me be what you always wanted to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;because you are the light after the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you free me of this weight, I had carried on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you shine next to me, you bring hope again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the one i've been looking for, love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make winter ends, you wizard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make summer come, you sunlight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make the bitter goes away, you sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make me believe again, in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't say it on another way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't hide it one more day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's just you and I, me and you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's just this time, let's be light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(09-05-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-8902787362115868435?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/8902787362115868435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=8902787362115868435' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8902787362115868435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8902787362115868435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/shine-after-storm.html' title='Shine after the storm'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-632883651704805543</id><published>2008-05-10T16:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:50:16.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All Against</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All against &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everyone is stand at me&lt;br /&gt; them all holding a stone&lt;br /&gt; ready to throw it to me&lt;br /&gt; all is against me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't escape, I can't hide&lt;br /&gt; i've been sentenced&lt;br /&gt; and I really don't know why&lt;br /&gt; i've been punished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hear voices, inside and outside&lt;br /&gt; I hear murmurs, bad words&lt;br /&gt; them all said at my back &lt;br /&gt; them all against me, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fear them are true&lt;br /&gt; I fear of my punishment&lt;br /&gt; I fear my guilt in it&lt;br /&gt; may be is too late to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; is my age, is a rage?&lt;br /&gt; Are them true?, do I am guilt?&lt;br /&gt; Is my mind, are their words?&lt;br /&gt; There's a proof?, blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The storm is close&lt;br /&gt; under my head throws&lt;br /&gt; it throws ice blades on me&lt;br /&gt; it hurts my innocent skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; is too late to explain&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt; I can't crawl against this&lt;br /&gt; i'm sinking in, blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hear voices, inside and outside&lt;br /&gt; them dig on me, them crumble me&lt;br /&gt; I can't do anything, i've been sentenced&lt;br /&gt; all is against me, i'm sinking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; energy leaves me, I fall down&lt;br /&gt; my soul leaves me, i'm broken&lt;br /&gt; my mind leaves me, i'm dead&lt;br /&gt; lying down like a puppet, unuseful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; turn on the machine, hold your knives&lt;br /&gt; i'm ready to be knocked, to be kicked&lt;br /&gt; take care my blood don't dirt your dress&lt;br /&gt; i'm ready to fight against, all against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(07-05-08)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: just 5 mins after i had written that one there was a blackhout here, that lasted 3 hours. &lt;img src="http://www.coldplaying.com/forum/images/smilies1/shocked.gif" alt="" title="Shocked" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-632883651704805543?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/632883651704805543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=632883651704805543' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/632883651704805543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/632883651704805543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-against.html' title='All Against'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-1932559982753555814</id><published>2008-05-10T16:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:48:20.719+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking along Rua dos Herois</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking along Rua dos Herois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; not cold nor warm&lt;br /&gt; it was a random night &lt;br /&gt; just tiny lights there&lt;br /&gt; guided me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I meet you on my way&lt;br /&gt; I was walking down the road&lt;br /&gt; following the tiny lights&lt;br /&gt; I was cheering me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there you came as the hero&lt;br /&gt; the one I needed then&lt;br /&gt; just like an angel&lt;br /&gt; you appeared beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; your eyes staring at mines&lt;br /&gt; your smile wide for me&lt;br /&gt; your hand rested on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt; my worries left me then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; your voice, tender and strong&lt;br /&gt; your hands warm and firm&lt;br /&gt; your eyes clear and deep&lt;br /&gt; you just behind me, there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was looking for a hero&lt;br /&gt; I felt as a villain, then&lt;br /&gt; you came to rescue me&lt;br /&gt; you came to change me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was lost in this place&lt;br /&gt; you guided me home &lt;br /&gt; you changed me, I moved&lt;br /&gt; you killed me, I born again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we cut the strings&lt;br /&gt; the ones that made me prisioner&lt;br /&gt; I held the wings&lt;br /&gt; the ones you have for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fly up the sky&lt;br /&gt; take me far way&lt;br /&gt; bring the joy&lt;br /&gt; just look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's no distance far enough&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing I wish most&lt;br /&gt; there I became the hero, because&lt;br /&gt; your voice warmed me, strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(07-05-2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: This was an original idea that came up in portuguese, i have to write it yet (in portuguese) the title just came up, although the original one has nothing to do with it.. i mean 'Rua dos Herois' don't exists as an street here, and it means in english 'Hero's Street').&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1932559982753555814?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1932559982753555814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1932559982753555814' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1932559982753555814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1932559982753555814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/walking-along-rua-dos-herois.html' title='Walking along Rua dos Herois'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2790246487787438250</id><published>2008-05-07T02:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:03:50.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke and laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;smoke and laughs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there was the fire on&lt;br /&gt; it warmed the place&lt;br /&gt; see the smoke coming out&lt;br /&gt; it fills our lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a smell, remind me home&lt;br /&gt; it brings memories, now&lt;br /&gt; we all sit around&lt;br /&gt; like a little family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we chat, we talk&lt;br /&gt; we laugh, we cry&lt;br /&gt; together, like family&lt;br /&gt; smoke is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a phone call, a familiar voice&lt;br /&gt; they call you to share joy&lt;br /&gt; soon there are laughs&lt;br /&gt; eyes fulls of tears, of happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; games we play around&lt;br /&gt; jokes we say aloud&lt;br /&gt; stare at me, laugh with me&lt;br /&gt; drink a bit more, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; taste, try, share&lt;br /&gt; we all do the same&lt;br /&gt; alone and together&lt;br /&gt; we are same and different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; best regards, best wishes&lt;br /&gt; telling stories around, the fire&lt;br /&gt; the smell of wood feeds you&lt;br /&gt; what is next? Have a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tales and desires we share&lt;br /&gt; life and worries we speak about&lt;br /&gt; jokes and essays we say aloud&lt;br /&gt; our voices echoing in the space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it will lose somewhere&lt;br /&gt; covered by the stars, the dark sky&lt;br /&gt; it feels like home now,&lt;br /&gt; the moon protecting us, up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there was a fire on&lt;br /&gt; a smell, remind me home&lt;br /&gt; we are same and different&lt;br /&gt; our voices echoing in the space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(06-05-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2790246487787438250?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2790246487787438250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2790246487787438250' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2790246487787438250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2790246487787438250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/smoke-and-laughs.html' title='Smoke and laughs'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6386349738449362752</id><published>2008-05-07T02:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:03:10.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter and Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Butter and Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In this midnight&lt;br /&gt; on this midlight&lt;br /&gt; among the shadows&lt;br /&gt; next the door, unlighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; here I bring the butter&lt;br /&gt; there you have the fire&lt;br /&gt; let's fly like butterflies&lt;br /&gt; let's stand like fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all is natural&lt;br /&gt; love is all around&lt;br /&gt; come here tonight&lt;br /&gt; let's fade the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tiny lights come inside&lt;br /&gt; stars that shine in this room&lt;br /&gt; them give me to you&lt;br /&gt; let's melt our hearts now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't stop me now&lt;br /&gt; You can't be surprised&lt;br /&gt; Don't you feel like I do?&lt;br /&gt; I know, i've become a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the bulb is broken, no light &lt;br /&gt; but we fit each other so tight&lt;br /&gt; as easy as birds fly&lt;br /&gt; as lovely as the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there we rest, holding each other&lt;br /&gt; time stops, we float&lt;br /&gt; make me dream, be real&lt;br /&gt; share me, feel me, fill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need your energy&lt;br /&gt; I was weak, I was down&lt;br /&gt; I need you renew me&lt;br /&gt; aren't you willing to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In this midnight&lt;br /&gt; let's fly like butterflies&lt;br /&gt; tiny lights come inside&lt;br /&gt; let's stand like fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; don't you feel like I do?&lt;br /&gt; Let's fade the shadows&lt;br /&gt; we fit each other so tight&lt;br /&gt; let's melt out hearts now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; let's play shadows on the wall&lt;br /&gt; let's shout out, till them collapse&lt;br /&gt; let's sail in our eyesights&lt;br /&gt; let's float tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; make my ghosts leave me&lt;br /&gt; clear my doubts tonight&lt;br /&gt; let's make it easy now&lt;br /&gt; as wind blows outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't let me fall&lt;br /&gt; hold me tight&lt;br /&gt; let's cover us on skin&lt;br /&gt; don't let me sink in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's no time, just me&lt;br /&gt; there's no place, just you&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing, but us&lt;br /&gt; just buterflies and fireflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just we floating, on this room&lt;br /&gt; just our shadows on the wall&lt;br /&gt; just our breathing together&lt;br /&gt; just dancing, dancing for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; let's burn this fire&lt;br /&gt; let's turn to ashes&lt;br /&gt; let's heal our hearts&lt;br /&gt; let's fade the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(05-05-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6386349738449362752?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/6386349738449362752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=6386349738449362752' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6386349738449362752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6386349738449362752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/butter-and-fire.html' title='Butter and Fire'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-9114294986086474851</id><published>2008-05-05T16:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:14:52.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Heart to Heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why is that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Where does this feeling comes from?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What does it mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I'm lost, i'm walking alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;where to go?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;what's my name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i've forgot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;what do you want?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;what do you need?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you tell me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't sleep tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;for those questions on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't feel fine now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;for all the doubts pressing my chest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need that you open your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need to know how do you feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you, to find me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need someone to cry with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it makes me feel unsure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;like fallin, falling, crashing against the floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;did I was flying? Did it was a ride? A dream?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Why did it has to end, why did it end that bad?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need someone to trust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need somehting to believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you beside me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you tell me everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't be shy, come here tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't worry, hug me and tell me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;say aloud what you avoid to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all this time you hide it, I know it now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;those doubts are digging my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;those quesitons are tearing me apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;those words are making me cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you, I don't know how to call you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you have no name,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you have a face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you have a voice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but yet you are not here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you tell me everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in this cold night I need you warm me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in this freezing night of april&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you hold me, and that you open your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm drifting now, i'm lost now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm sinking in, those doubts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm falling in, those worries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can you ease them, can you find me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You've been mistaken, could it be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You let grow feeling that are wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you were confused before I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are a step ahead me, just that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;what if we both fall down?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Who will hold each other?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you tell me what I need to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it will cure my scars, the ones you made me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all was unvoluntary, unexpected&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we were on different times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we are playing a same game&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't want to lose, neither to win&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just want you be beside me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just want to know you more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just need you tell me, what do you feel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Your words, just them can make me sleep tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;'cause those doubts are playing loops&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them don't let me sleep, nor to keep awake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you now, come close and tell me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need we share, what we know, what I doubt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can you be here tonight?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can you tell that aloud?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can you open your heart for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can I know everything now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Is too soon, or is too late?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Does it ever has begin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I know you don't believe in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;and now is me who doubts about it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I know you feel something now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if not, we both have been mistaken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need you tell me that, will you tell me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need that your words warm me tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(04-05-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-9114294986086474851?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/9114294986086474851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=9114294986086474851' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/9114294986086474851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/9114294986086474851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-5090033062000427786</id><published>2008-05-03T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:38:41.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2319247"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;What's the time?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;When is the day?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Where is the place?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;A punishment, or a gift?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Here i'll be, here i'll stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;for three days, under the tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Here you'll come, here i'll be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;just for us, under the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I will mend your broken heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;for three days, under this tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I will let you be, I will be you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;under this tree, for three days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The leafs will be our witnesses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;The wind will whisper our name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;among those trees, it will echoe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;down the river I will walk along&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;just to get, just to be in your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;just to let you be, just to help you breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;whispers and whises we will share&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;just for some hours, just this time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I won't cry, I won't let you down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I won't fail, I won't let you lose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I'll be here, under this tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;i'll be you, and you'll be me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I don't mind your past,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I bring you a future,  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;this is a the present we have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;hold me tight, wrap me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;on your eyes I see, I see your soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;you've been under a storm,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;you've been crying for so long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;you tried hard to hide, but I see it now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;how weak you felt, how sad you were&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;but here we are under our litle tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;remember when it was just a tiny seed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Hold my hand and climb up home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;lie on the branch, lean on me now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I don't mind your scars, I don't fear them  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I don't mind your ghosts, them don't scare me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Is just our tree, is our time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;resting holded, for three days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;All ends and all begins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;is the night and the daylight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;all is one, one makes all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;we holded for three days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;all ends, all goes, all burns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;we wrapped under this tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(03-05-2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;------ok since i've been checking how many poems i have posted here (around the net, and on &lt;a href="http://www.coldplaying.com/forum/"&gt;Coldplaying.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.coldplaying.com/forum/showthread.php?t=13734"&gt;Bea's Poetry&lt;/a&gt; thread)... this one makes the number 72 &lt;img src="http://www.coldplaying.com/forum/images/smilies1/nice.gif" alt="" title="Nice" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; This one is so important to me, i hope. I want to change some things, keep trying new things and change a bit the style, so it is meant to be a resume and the begin of a new 'era'. &lt;img src="http://www.coldplaying.com/forum/images/smilies1/grin.gif" alt="" title="Grin" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-5090033062000427786?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/5090033062000427786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=5090033062000427786' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5090033062000427786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5090033062000427786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-days.html' title='Three Days'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-5841781096388025000</id><published>2008-05-03T23:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:35:46.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I give you... time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I give you ... Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I give you it, me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I give you the time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(sound and echoes)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I give you my time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I invest in us, what I do have&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(up and down)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;it made me be how I am&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;it made me know who I am&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(sound and echoe)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;it made me old, wise, and young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;it made me met you, love you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(on the room)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;all I have, all I know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;is just time, time ahead me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(beat and move)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;how to invest it in?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Would you share it with me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(on my soul)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Take it or leave it, but is all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;all I have, all I do, is just time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;click, clack, beat, click, clock, sound&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(beat and move)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;never go back, just ahead, fast and fast&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;never go forward, go on, slow and slow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(on my heart)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;space that is open&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;seconds that are mesured&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(sound and move)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just a breath, just a wink&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;and all happen in it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(like whirl)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;where is the place you were?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;What is the day we are?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(sound and beat)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;It doesn't mind, is just time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Is on your hands, a new day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(fast and slow)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;is on you, a new world&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;whatever you want it to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(echoe and shown)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;open the gift that is given to you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;a new day, a new time, has come&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(like a ghost)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;slow, and fast, as you prefer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;full or void, as you make it be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(echoe and shown)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;alone or crowded, as you want it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;is a gift given to your eyes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(like the dawn)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;let it grow, let it change&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;fill it with memories&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(shown and heard)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;fill it with love, feel it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;don't waste it, don't worry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(like a proverb)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just smile and enjoy the ride&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just come in and enjoy the light&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(shown and heard)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just relax and enjoy the gift&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;just look at me, let's share our sight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(like your voice)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;because it all is just time, the gift I bring&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;because all I have is time, to know you more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(up and down)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;because is just time, that echoes on the walls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;we are on a ride, flying holded by it wings, time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;(revealed, renewed).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/p&gt;(02-05-2008)&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-5841781096388025000?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/5841781096388025000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=5841781096388025000' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5841781096388025000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5841781096388025000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-give-you-time.html' title='I give you... time'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-4066493756272764543</id><published>2008-05-03T23:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:33:35.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2317116"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't tell me that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't tell me that you'll be here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;If you never are, if you never try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't tell me what you feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;If never do, If you never beat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Here I was stand, waiting for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but you, you never came&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Here I kept our love alive, for us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but you never mind, you never love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't tell me that i'm mistaken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;because you know that I am right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't lie to love, don't hurt us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;better you go aways, better you never came&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sights and smiles that are broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them fade away, them fall to the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I put myslef on my knees, for the pain I feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your eyes are blurry you are sorry, but is late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;may be I was too hard to ask you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;may be you never loved me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;take it or leave it, as simple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;will you ever decide, tell me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are crumbling I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you had fallen down, I see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but is too late, is too late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i've been here waiting for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my hopes vanished when I saw you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my wishes broke down when you came&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your promises died, them sink on your lies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as true as the birds fly, as sad as ravens wait outside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;have you ever see me cry?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Have you ever tried to see me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Have you ever felt what you said?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nice words, but never felt them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Was it fun for you, it did?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Is it yet something to laugh for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How does it felt when is your turn now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Your heart is cold, it always was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't look at me with your broken smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Is as broken as your promises&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't look at me with your lost sight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Is as lost as the time I wasted waiting in vain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(01-05-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-4066493756272764543?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/4066493756272764543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=4066493756272764543' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/4066493756272764543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/4066493756272764543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-tell-me-that.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me that'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-5480507253256165029</id><published>2008-04-30T15:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:31:19.184+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2311274"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speechless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;thrown, low, down,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;left, alone, useless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;missed, forgot, lost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;broken, harmed, erased&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how I feel when i'm like that, speechless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;trying to express, but nothing comes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;trying to say, but feeling nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;trying to be, but being speechless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how to fill a line?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How to fill my heart?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How to say how I feel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How not to end being a fool?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Crowed places I avoid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;narrow streets I walk in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;like sailing on a sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;being just a fish on the river&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;stopped waters, I jump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;holded by the strings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;walking through the stones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;following you, where are you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Thrown, left, missed, broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;low, alone, forgot, harmed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;down, useless, lost, erased&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;crumble, destroyed, deleted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I feel when i'm speechless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't say how I feel now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't write down what I think&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't be, I can't share how I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;useless I feel and it collapses me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the wall I built brakes down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it crash next to my feets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;naked, bricks hitting the toes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the books I wrote&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;put on a pile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a tower to climb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;where will them take me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sit at the top&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;look all around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;do you feel better?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Are you speechless yet?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't communicate now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the line is broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't say a word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't open my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;did I said too much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Had you understand?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Any questions you have?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do you need an answer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I break, I fall down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;when I can't talk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;shy and silent I used to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but now i'm not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how to bring them again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;The words I want to express&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't wait for them to come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;do I force them?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Time them need, to be formed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;time them will last, since I write them &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I put them down, as far as them come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't fear if them are wrong, or right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;they heal, they hurt, they live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;once you read them, spoken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;once you remind them, think&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;once you forgot them, gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;ink or lips, say or read?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What's the better way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How to change this mistake?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;There's no rubber for that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how to be talkative again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How can we express ourselves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how when nothing needs to be said?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Why am I still speechless, just with you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(28-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-5480507253256165029?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/5480507253256165029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=5480507253256165029' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5480507253256165029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5480507253256165029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-9150792869276357140</id><published>2008-04-30T15:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:30:38.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2311245"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;which one to choose?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How to start with?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Put them on ink?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Say them aloud?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Simple things, complex means&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;opposites and similarities, put on a white surface&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all depends on the glass you look through, crystal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all depends on how your heart beats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how to choose one?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one describes it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one resumes it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;A name, a verb, anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;are just words, but can be swords&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can make you cry, can make you smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can give you news, can break you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them can cut, them can mend you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;which one to choose?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one decribes you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one resumes me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one means us?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Communication, knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;leisure, love, sharing, words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in which language?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which line to put on ink?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Easy them seem to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;complex they really are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;always say more than we think&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;always means more than you and me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them last in time, they stay here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can change, you can go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them will wait, them will love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can come, you can be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;dream, feel, grow, learn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them bring you that chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;fly, explore, teach, express&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them allow you to do that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;which one to pick up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one make you beat?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one say what you feel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one is the right one today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(28-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-9150792869276357140?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/9150792869276357140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=9150792869276357140' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/9150792869276357140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/9150792869276357140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-3889460749414650706</id><published>2008-04-30T15:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:30:19.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2311231"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unsaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Many things I had hidden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;many lies I said to myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all them not to break me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all them to hold me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;many ideas come up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;stuck and dancing in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;playing loops on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;twisting myself, inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;things i'm afraid to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;words that are unsaid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;ideas that will never born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;feelings that I will never share&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;is 'cause i'm afraid of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how I feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;is 'cause I fear you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;won't understand me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I do?, you do? Who does?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can I think on any other thing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can I trust myself now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Who can believe the unsaid words?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Les pensaments d'escalier&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;someone named them  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the words we fear to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;not to hurt you, not to hurt me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;who matters more?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You? Me? Them?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can an unhuman thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hurt a human heart?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can my lips hurt your sight?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can my voice dig your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can a word mend it all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can I do anything more?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nothing I can do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing I will say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;many days I had prayed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;not to say the unsaid words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;is 'cause i'm afraid of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how I feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;is 'cause I fear you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;won't understand me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(28-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-3889460749414650706?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/3889460749414650706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=3889460749414650706' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/3889460749414650706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/3889460749414650706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/unsaid.html' title='Unsaid'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-4396195812485967188</id><published>2008-04-30T15:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:29:51.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lack of Luck&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am afraid that i'm going to &lt;b&gt;break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's more that I can do on this &lt;b&gt;land&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; I just feel like I am a &lt;b&gt;freak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's no much more that I can &lt;b&gt;lend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all I waited for, all I wanted to know, just a &lt;b&gt;leak&lt;/b&gt; of your voice&lt;br /&gt; here I am surviving on this &lt;b&gt;lake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm suffering from famine, waiting for your words to feed me as a &lt;b&gt;steak&lt;/b&gt; does&lt;br /&gt; I am afraid to come, afraid to &lt;b&gt;leave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel down, I feel surround, I am &lt;b&gt;weak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had learnt very few from your &lt;b&gt;lecture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my mind is empty, i'm blocked, I am &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't keep believing anymore your &lt;b&gt;lie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all them put ones over the others like a &lt;b&gt;brick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; them form a wall, stops my horizon, a strong &lt;b&gt;line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hear the ticking of the &lt;b&gt;clock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; is that now the time of our &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need to know you more I need some &lt;b&gt;feedback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; because I feel as tiny as a &lt;b&gt;leaf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; is my mind or had you just &lt;b&gt;knock&lt;/b&gt;, the door?&lt;br /&gt; there are still things I should &lt;b&gt;learn&lt;/b&gt;, or know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I though I had so much &lt;b&gt;luck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but it all bitters as a &lt;b&gt;lemon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I try to keep up this &lt;b&gt;rock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I try to follow your &lt;b&gt;lesson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but in the end all, leaves me with a &lt;b&gt;shock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what comes out from your&lt;b&gt; lip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you hurt me, you make me &lt;b&gt;sick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; those words playing &lt;b&gt;loop&lt;/b&gt;, on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you fitted as thight as a &lt;b&gt;sock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you tried to make me be a &lt;b&gt;leader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but I was sure it all was a &lt;b&gt;trick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; since I saw you, wearing those &lt;b&gt;leather&lt;/b&gt; clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; holding up your &lt;b&gt;stick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; making me write those&lt;b&gt; letter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; your words are &lt;b&gt;stuck&lt;/b&gt; on my head&lt;br /&gt; I try to forget them but I can't &lt;b&gt;let&lt;/b&gt; them go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all I feel is a deep empty, void,&lt;b&gt; lack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was it love or was it just &lt;b&gt;lust&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; each little second I become more and more a &lt;b&gt;geek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; because you left be broken, you left me &lt;b&gt;low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am lost but I still try to &lt;b&gt;seek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; like in danger animals I am, a &lt;b&gt;lynx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I appreactice your caress as soft as &lt;b&gt;silk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; them makes me good, made me be &lt;b&gt;lively&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but, a part of you, makes me&lt;b&gt; blink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; how can you be a villain and also that &lt;b&gt;lovely&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; I am thirsty of knowledge I need to &lt;b&gt;drink&lt;/b&gt;, you&lt;br /&gt; I am lost in this huge&lt;b&gt; land &lt;/b&gt;that we used to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all I believe in, I put it down through &lt;b&gt;ink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fill pages, I cry for ages, till form a &lt;b&gt;lake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; may it seems just a pile of &lt;b&gt;junk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but is for you, for you make me be like a&lt;b&gt; leaf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fear to fall in my fears, to &lt;b&gt;sink&lt;/b&gt; in there&lt;br /&gt; I try to know, I try to &lt;b&gt;learn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but still all is not clear, there's some &lt;b&gt;dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in the corners of your&lt;b&gt; lip&lt;/b&gt; I will fall in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my ghosts are waiting me outside, just like &lt;b&gt;shark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you made me be a &lt;b&gt;leader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you made that all&lt;b&gt; spark&lt;/b&gt; around&lt;br /&gt; but now you are gone, you had &lt;b&gt;let&lt;/b&gt; me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; could I do anything to change, there's anything I can &lt;b&gt;ask&lt;/b&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt; Since you've gone, i'm broken, I am here &lt;b&gt;low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all we did, I know now, it was too &lt;b&gt;risk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but yet here I am, trying to be tammed, to be free, myself just a &lt;b&gt;lynx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(26-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked for it to have some rhythm... so that's why some letters are in bold.. are the words i picked up first (from a list i made myself previously for this 'experiment'), so then i 'filled' the rest of the line... so i find it a kind of '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dada" target="_blank"&gt;Dada&lt;/a&gt;' thing... &lt;img src="http://coldplaying.com/forum/images/smilies1/thinking.gif" alt="" title="Thinking" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; as it was not a concrete idea on my mind.. i just wanted to try something like that.. hope that after all it makes some sense. &lt;img src="http://coldplaying.com/forum/images/smilies1/smiley2.gif" alt="" title="Smiley2" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll try this new 'method' on some others poems. is not that i had liked it so much but well... is like a training for me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-4396195812485967188?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/4396195812485967188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=4396195812485967188' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/4396195812485967188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/4396195812485967188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/lack-of-luck.html' title='Lack of Luck'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-9212623924438812443</id><published>2008-04-30T15:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:25:22.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope of Love / Love of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2308562"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope of Love / Love of Hope &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;who I am, who I will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how to jump the stones of my way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Who will hold me if I fall?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do I am all alone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I feel you beside me, behind me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;following my footsteps, my figure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you make me feel sure, you make me be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I won't fall, I won't stop, soulmate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I never knew your name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I never needed to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;that you be here is what I need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I know that you love me, all I do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the light after the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the fish that swim on the seas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the wind on the forest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the water that comes from the rocks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;look in to my eyes and rescue that soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the star I do stare at,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't fear to get blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I know you will make me wise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you always have the words I need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you always have the lines I want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your heart had been broken many times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;for how much you put yourself in all you do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;do I am dreaming, do you are real?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You never get off my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are all I want to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you, I want to be you, twins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a bit of you I own, I know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a side of you I get to see, many more do you have?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;would you share them with me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Would you let me know you, to heal me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;As if it were the first day ever  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you thought me to breath again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;clever and clover you are, I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;wise, learnt from mistakes, you did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you bring the light after the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are beside me, behind me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your heart had been broken many times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you bring back my smile, like a rainbow you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;shine, glow, be, say, love, live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I want is to never leave you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How did I knew you, I don't remember&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all was an accident, a crash, a shock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I was broken and you fixed me, all I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I was lost and you found me, all I need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I was low and you made me be high, I feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I was alone but now I have you, all I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hold me, hold me strong, hold me tight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let me fall again, don't let me go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just a word out of your lips, my heart beats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just your sight, tender, bring me hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing more I need, nothing needs to be said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing makes me sad now, all is bright, all glitters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I feel like flying up in the sky, blue and clean sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how can you be that sweet? How can you love me that deep?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;My fears has faded, my hope had come up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my nightmares had gone, my dreams had become true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I feel you close to me, I feel you beside me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hold my hand, know me more, don't stop this heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I told you all I am, I told you all my past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I was, all i'll be is on your hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I give you my soul, my heart, my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;throw the dice, let's keep on this game, life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we share a tear, we eased our fears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we share a shout, it echoed on the walls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we were one, we always will be, together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we are the light, we are the hope, we are love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;pains has gone, ghost has vanished&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I feel it warm, running through my vains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it ease all the cold, all my sorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;closer we are, one we become, love me again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all was dark and blue, my hope had gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but there you came, shining, being kind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I felt down, I was lost, but you make me born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I grow old and wise, beside you, I am a child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I know is all I want to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the mirror where I look at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the food I need to, your words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the book I read, your voice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;had you ever felt the same, my sweet dove?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Had you ever thought to give it up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't you feel it pure and deep, love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't you see it in my eyes?, shining for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(25-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-9212623924438812443?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/9212623924438812443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=9212623924438812443' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/9212623924438812443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/9212623924438812443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/hope-of-love-love-of-hope.html' title='Hope of Love / Love of Hope'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6107170518650712863</id><published>2008-04-30T15:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:24:43.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2308560"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;tick tack, tick tack, tick tock, tack, tock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the clocks sounds, a tiny minute hand points&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your eyes follows it, waiting for the ring to sound&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;like a little child you are, sitting in front the wall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;are we grown?, do we change our behave?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do behave, said our mom, we never did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;do we change once we grow, where it all goes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;The innocence leave our sight, am I right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;The innocence is yet there, or it had left you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How you can be happy now, how can you smile now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Purity, energy, wilderness, freedom of speech,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't you miss any of them, you'll do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;peter pan we all want to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but we must grow, we get old&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we are wise, we achieve knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but do we still smile, yet we draw?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Dreams, we miss, hope we need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;see those eyes, some blink in their spot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;lively sight, naugthy child, innocent mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't you remind how does it feels?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Tick, tack, tick, tack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the clock goes on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;tick, tock, tick, tock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;time goes on, fast  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;tack, tock, tack, tock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can we stop it? Will we?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Ticking of clock echoes on the room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I'll never get old, i'll never be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;innocence is on my heart, like a refugee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it don't want to leave, it loves this place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;imagination guides, creativity called by the old&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;come one, keep on here, keep on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;ideas that come, that makes me wise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;knowledge I achieve, it makes me old&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;imagination feeds my needs, it brings joy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;ideas that grow, like a child when plays with a toy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't want to feel old, I want to be wise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't want to get old, I want to remain a child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;walk with me, come to my little world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;teach me all you know, make me old and young&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(24-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6107170518650712863?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/6107170518650712863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=6107170518650712863' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6107170518650712863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6107170518650712863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/ages.html' title='Ages'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-231582206335667047</id><published>2008-04-23T18:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:29:12.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306949"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; perfection, can be measured?&lt;br /&gt; All we know can be said in a word?&lt;br /&gt; Today is the day, the day of books&lt;br /&gt; knowledge can be shown in a letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's the perfect word?&lt;br /&gt; What's the perfect way to say?&lt;br /&gt; How we can say all we feel?&lt;br /&gt; How can we show all we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A number has come out now&lt;br /&gt; seven, five letters it have&lt;br /&gt; two of them repeat, that's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; seven words I had written&lt;br /&gt; seven ideas has come out&lt;br /&gt; seven lifes has been born&lt;br /&gt; seven sins, seven colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; seven weeks, seven muses&lt;br /&gt; seven notes, five lines&lt;br /&gt; music, draw, day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; do you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt; This day never ends, &lt;br /&gt; this day never was&lt;br /&gt; all is connect, nothing will repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; words will be said, but will be forget&lt;br /&gt; words will be written, them will be remembered&lt;br /&gt; mistakes we make, lessons we learn&lt;br /&gt; hours that comes, ideas that goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ticking of clocks, rythmically&lt;br /&gt; compositions that come, instantly&lt;br /&gt; the one you looked for, has come&lt;br /&gt; tick tack, tack, tock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; write, draw, play, talk&lt;br /&gt; verbs, nouns, adjectives, numbers&lt;br /&gt; colors, pen, paper, ink&lt;br /&gt; create, imagine, believe, feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; four ideas, five ways, seven days&lt;br /&gt; numbers and words together&lt;br /&gt; them seem to be good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; perfection can be measured?&lt;br /&gt; Perfection must be complex?&lt;br /&gt; Beauty can't be simple and clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-231582206335667047?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/231582206335667047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=231582206335667047' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/231582206335667047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/231582206335667047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-1580990647012091567</id><published>2008-04-23T18:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:28:43.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole and holes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306942"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whole and holes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what's a part, what a total?&lt;br /&gt; What's a form, what's is a teory?&lt;br /&gt; What are the right words?&lt;br /&gt; What makes a whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Figures, shapes, time, place&lt;br /&gt; landscapes, rivers, hills, caves&lt;br /&gt; fire, water, sun, sand, us&lt;br /&gt; does them all make a whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't we miss anything?&lt;br /&gt; Are we sure of what we know?&lt;br /&gt; What about their opposites?&lt;br /&gt; Don't them make them be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't our figure has a shadow?&lt;br /&gt; Don't an answer has a question?&lt;br /&gt; Don't the ashes has fire?&lt;br /&gt; Don't the opposites are equals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shadow, shade, dark,&lt;br /&gt; phantom, fear, ghost,&lt;br /&gt; loneliness, useless, hopeless&lt;br /&gt; opposites, don't them form a whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Them fill the hole the others have&lt;br /&gt; emptiness is needed too, chaos&lt;br /&gt; the lack of it makes us appreacite them&lt;br /&gt; the luck we have to know them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; do we mind our feets?&lt;br /&gt; We don't, just when them are broken&lt;br /&gt; do we mind the moon?&lt;br /&gt; Not, just when is full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; things that are around, we don't mind them &lt;br /&gt; things we lose, we miss them,&lt;br /&gt; holes that make a whole&lt;br /&gt; whole that is empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; had you found the key?&lt;br /&gt; Where does the unsaid words go?&lt;br /&gt; Where does the ideas come from?&lt;br /&gt; Somewherw we don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a hole, a void, the silence&lt;br /&gt; but it comes out, shout aloud&lt;br /&gt; echoes, vibrations, call it a you want&lt;br /&gt; holes are there, opposite of the whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1580990647012091567?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1580990647012091567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1580990647012091567' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1580990647012091567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1580990647012091567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/whole-and-holes.html' title='Whole and holes'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2090624666675322492</id><published>2008-04-23T18:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:27:56.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306941"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Continuity &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; out of curiosity I ask myself&lt;br /&gt; what does makes sense?&lt;br /&gt; What makes the world go on?&lt;br /&gt; After all the bad we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How it can go on, how does things work?&lt;br /&gt; Been wondering many times,&lt;br /&gt; can you answer this, show your wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who is wiser? Who is older?&lt;br /&gt; Don't a kid can play chess?&lt;br /&gt; Don't an old man can be a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Things change, things move&lt;br /&gt; chances that stop once&lt;br /&gt; catch it or let it go&lt;br /&gt; don't be sorry, it'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; evolition, is a good thing?&lt;br /&gt; How we are sure that is not involution?&lt;br /&gt; After all we do, can we be sure where we are?&lt;br /&gt; Time, are we sure is that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had been changed many times&lt;br /&gt; who is sure that we are right?&lt;br /&gt; Who can bring some light?&lt;br /&gt; Figures and shapes, I draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fill dozen of pages&lt;br /&gt; looking for an answer&lt;br /&gt; do I know the question?&lt;br /&gt; Nothing make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I burnt it, I destroy it&lt;br /&gt; see the white turning dark&lt;br /&gt; see the light, shining yellow&lt;br /&gt; see my spotlight dancing with the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; insticts we have, we are yet animals&lt;br /&gt; simple things can surround us&lt;br /&gt; water, fire, sand, sun. life and death&lt;br /&gt; we have and we fear the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sure there will be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt; Sure it was yesterday? &lt;br /&gt; Can you answer everything, can you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Three lines I write, four I delete&lt;br /&gt; brainstorming, brainwashing&lt;br /&gt; what's the difference? Just out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life go on, it stops us&lt;br /&gt; it makes us turn on your way&lt;br /&gt; it makes us down, also high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; things we can't control, nor understand&lt;br /&gt; who can answer all that?&lt;br /&gt; Rhythm I look for, but nothing makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; beauty I look for, does it is?&lt;br /&gt; We all are conditioned, but we continue&lt;br /&gt; judgements we do, even when is not a trial&lt;br /&gt; life is made of oppositions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mistakes and success, holding, matching&lt;br /&gt; learning, teaching, we are both in one&lt;br /&gt; the two we look for are in us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; egoism, some ones call it&lt;br /&gt; solitude is never good, isle&lt;br /&gt; but don't we are the same&lt;br /&gt; alone, lying down at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; resting for all we've done&lt;br /&gt; asking the same, don't we?&lt;br /&gt; We all are one, we all are not&lt;br /&gt; continuity, out of curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but we are opposite and the same&lt;br /&gt; we are teacher and pupil&lt;br /&gt; see the spotlight when you learn&lt;br /&gt; show you wisdom when you teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; two sides in one, like coins&lt;br /&gt; we can stand from the edge&lt;br /&gt; we are separated and together&lt;br /&gt; continuity, everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2090624666675322492?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2090624666675322492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2090624666675322492' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2090624666675322492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2090624666675322492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/continuity.html' title='Continuity'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-5318717361296227399</id><published>2008-04-23T18:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:26:58.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306940"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everlast &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm writing down, what comes out&lt;br /&gt; I enjoy it, I like how does it feels&lt;br /&gt; when did I begun, I don't remember&lt;br /&gt; why did I kept on it, it made me good&lt;br /&gt; (everlast, never end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I miss it, I love it, good and bad points it has&lt;br /&gt; I like to do it, it makes me close, to know me&lt;br /&gt; I fear to give it up, it help me to keep here&lt;br /&gt; (everlast, keep on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the lines I write, them don't make sense&lt;br /&gt; them do? Do I want them to do it?&lt;br /&gt; I feel like a sculpture, I create other worlds&lt;br /&gt; don't them make you feel anything? &lt;br /&gt; (keep on, never end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wait for the best to come, but what I is?&lt;br /&gt; Who know what's the best for themselves?&lt;br /&gt; Life is a constante decition, constant oppositions&lt;br /&gt; not and not makes yes, but two affirmations, what does it makes?&lt;br /&gt; (wise and ignorant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you cry, do you smile, do it as much as you breath.&lt;br /&gt; Many words come out, dozens I write in a rush&lt;br /&gt; but I can't go on, I feel i'm dying, i'm losing all&lt;br /&gt; I'm wasting, killing time. True or not, it make me beat.&lt;br /&gt; (sinner and innocent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do I wait to see what does it is?&lt;br /&gt; Does it really says a bit of me?&lt;br /&gt; Does it really helps me to feel fine?&lt;br /&gt; What do I want with all that?&lt;br /&gt; (hidden and shown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tiny lines, points connected, a letter&lt;br /&gt; different inks I use, same meaning it has&lt;br /&gt; a different one for each neuron&lt;br /&gt; feel it a a beat, as  you do breath &lt;br /&gt; (light and dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; blood running through your vains&lt;br /&gt; words that I write, does the same&lt;br /&gt; ideas going on your mind&lt;br /&gt; i'll try to know them, to know me&lt;br /&gt; (never ending story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; do I do, do I succed?&lt;br /&gt; But what do I want to?&lt;br /&gt; Too many time awaken&lt;br /&gt; waiting for it to come&lt;br /&gt; (repat, end and begin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; how I can't control it now?&lt;br /&gt; How I can order them all?&lt;br /&gt; Rhythm I look for, does it has it?&lt;br /&gt; (everlast, never end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-5318717361296227399?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/5318717361296227399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=5318717361296227399' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5318717361296227399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5318717361296227399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/everlast.html' title='Everlast'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2552114734752456772</id><published>2008-04-23T18:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:26:35.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306936"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;clear surface, shinning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;grey and light, them mix&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the light comes from the window&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it reflects, shines on the surface&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it reflects, it expands, it concentracts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a ray it forms, enlight the box&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;light can make you blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;shine can make you understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in the middle of the night,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in the middle of the day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;does it minds? A ray come in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it shine all the room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no dark is there, no shadows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no place to hide, no reason to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;quesitons and answers, come and go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all that affects me, is here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;among the lights and shadows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the draws and letters I write&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the ray iluminates the surface&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the light shines on my face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it seems midday, but is night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it can make you blind, or wise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it can show you all, no dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;words affect me, the way them are said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm speachless due to this light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it brings things I didn't expected&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it glows in all the room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the ray of the sun, crash against&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;comes from out, get in here,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it meets the surface, it reflects, shines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no shadows are here now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all is clear, all is shown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;purity, beauty, time stops&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can look around, slow,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we all feel the same, now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the light comes in, and reflects&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it reflects the box, a ray come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it comes to my eyes, i'm blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;wisdom it brings, answers waited&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;reflections and affections, shine, glow, go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2552114734752456772?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2552114734752456772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2552114734752456772' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2552114734752456772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2552114734752456772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-5095607744871841031</id><published>2008-04-23T18:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:26:16.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leitmotiv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306935"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leitmotiv &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what is the speed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What it the distance?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is the direction?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How long it will be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who knows?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who can answer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is just a leitmotiv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what is yours?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's your reason to be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you believe in?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold on, go on, ahead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why had you come here?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No dimension, no place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;does it ever exist?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you name it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is just a leitmotiv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you know what I mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My reason to be here, do I know it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you feel the same, are you floating too?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you follow the flow, or you crawl against?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why would you fight for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are your deepest dreams?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You try them to come true?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your leitmotiv?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me, i'm here to listen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ask me, i'm here to answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;let me know, i'm here for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'cause you are this, my leitmotiv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what had brought you here?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are you looking for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you wondered or are you surround?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know about your powers?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We all are magicians, we all are this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we can be what we want to, didn't you know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cards are on your hands, do you want to play?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Throw the dice, you number has been called.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is just a leitmotiv, just a try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;makes sense on your mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is just a game where you know the rules&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;just you can make it be true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what's wrong, what's right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's past, what is to be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What shines, what is dark?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is just a leitmotiv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is just a question, empty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you know the answer?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is just a reason, just a wish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what is yours, tell me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is just a leitmotiv, binary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;two ways to choose, many will come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;two rythms, them meet one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we all walk to the same place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;river flows under your feets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;few stones can be seen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;will you cross the other side?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you be stand on the rocks?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you fear to crash?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you see the other side?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you put on my shoes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does it makes good, does them fit you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is just a leitmotiv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is just a nice dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;another day, we battle for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;another wish, it comes true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what is your reason?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you floating too?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you crawl, do you sink?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you decide? Do you worry?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is your reason, your hope?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you fear anything?, what's the speed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you see the lights? The colours?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does things are still grey for you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had you thought about it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you feel, what do you want?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you feel proud, are you glad?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is the gift you wait for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My leitmotiv, is here, among those lines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you find it?, can you feel it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are floating, we are one, somewhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-5095607744871841031?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/5095607744871841031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=5095607744871841031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5095607744871841031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5095607744871841031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/leitmotiv.html' title='Leitmotiv'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6498689256797658061</id><published>2008-04-23T18:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:25:02.974+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306934"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time and space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;what is this, what is that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What is real, what are dreams?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Where does questions ends in?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Where does answers come from?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Connections, nerves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;existence, imagination&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;theories, proves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;dreams, reality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can you explain this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can you answer me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do you ask the same?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Where does it goes to?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What is true, what is real?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Where do we stand in?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What's under our feets?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do you feel it, any surface?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Five senses we have, does it is right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mind can't be a sixth? Doesn't it feel too?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How do you measure, reality?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How do you prove, knowledge?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How them connect, what when them disconnect?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Short circuits, we fear, blackout, stroke.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;We are machines, are not?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Technological we become, wire dependant we are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Are you sure of your place?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Are you sure of your time?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Somewhere else someone asks the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Why can't we hear their words?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Does our senses work fine?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do we speak the same words?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can you be sure of what you know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can you put your hands on fire and don't burn?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Can you throw a stone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Are you sure it broke the glass?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What had you learnt in class?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Are you sure you are not alone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Solitude holds you, it fears you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Many questions, that get lost in space.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Many answer, that come to the right time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but it don't fills your needs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What do you need my friend?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Why do you worry that much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What do you fear?, to hold your hopes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't let the doubts make you blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;didn't you enjoyed it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I thought you did, don't you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don't you feel lonely, don't you be sad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Be sure, be proud, be glad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Echoes, come from past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;echoes, become voices&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;voices in your head, do you hear it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;What does them say?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You are broken, I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are lost, you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you fear to tell me so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you fear how to mend it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hold my hand, let me show you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me tell you, lets make this puzzle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make this puzzle, it will fix you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it will fix your heart, it will answer you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your quesitons, aren't lost in space&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them come to your place, just say them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't be shy, say them aloud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't feel ashamed, I will answer you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you leave your nest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the one where you rested in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you had come out, from your tiny place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;floating in the sea, to somewhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can't control it, can you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Look around, we all are the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Just a bottle floating in the sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can you read the message?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sun shines, it burns your skin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it makes you old, wise and proud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't waste your time wondering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just keep looking for the answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't mind the question now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in the middle of your way, you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't stop now, don't look back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;past can hurt you, future is your destiny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there are things we can't control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;at least never we can alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me answer your questions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me be with you on you way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6498689256797658061?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/6498689256797658061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=6498689256797658061' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6498689256797658061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6498689256797658061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-and-space.html' title='Time and Space'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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does the night end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;When does the day begun?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't know, I don't care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;is our time, will last for long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing must be said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just a smile, just our sight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bright eyes, warm hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;tender voice, kind gesture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;is our time, will last for long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't mind your past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't mind our future&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing must be said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we speak the same language&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we share the same dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we own each other, to free ourselves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we hold together, we never go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;last one more minute, stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;come once more, today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;never go, come to my place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hold my hand, forget the pains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing is needed to be said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we speak a same language&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just your smile, heals the pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just your sight, deep and strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just your voice, tender and kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just your gesture, warm and pure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no words need to be spoken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;time stops, place vanish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we are floating, in somewhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;close my eyes, and i'm with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we are somewhere between&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;their world, their time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;is just us, no space, no dimension&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how deep do you feel it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How long will you last it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How long will you stay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Your words come to my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your lips don't move, you are mute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I understand all your feelings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we share our hearts, we share ourselves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in this night, when did it came?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;In this day, how long it will last?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;In this place, can I as you to say?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Just you and I, just our hearts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;No words are need to be said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no pains, no feels, just your smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your bright eyes, guide us tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just the birds were our witnesses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I had waited for you so long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I thought to gave up, to go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just your sight, just your voice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hypnotized, amazed, surrounded&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;here I am, here I will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;waiting, wondering, expecting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just for you to come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as if it were our last night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the hope that you bring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the words that you say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the things that you do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the gift that you give me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no words must be said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just the birds are our witnesses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;when did the night has come?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;When does the day has begun?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can get lost on you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hold me, find me, love me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as much as I do, as much as we need to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;warm this cold heart, calm this heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i've been broken, i've been down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;until I saw you come, until you were around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's no place, there's no time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just you and I, hold me, warm me, love me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let it all come out, slow, stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me heal your, do cure me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let last it once more, i'll wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't you go, be always here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;give me a bit of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;give me a reason to keep hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just tell me a word, just caress me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I do, all we do, is for you, is for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;dried ink, silent shouts, echoes and memories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;come like loops, repeating, beginning, staying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;those are us, a part of us, the pictures of us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the story of this love, just we understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I close my eyes and I see you, next to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I see you here, holding me, makes us happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just we understand the message, your words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;waiting, expecting, living, keeping faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'll be here, I am here, for you, for us to be one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;this never ending story, our hearts will write&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;noone understand, no-one will know, just us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your words aren't said, but them are on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can write them down, I can make you live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you'll be always here, we'll be always one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;this moment that share, will never end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as strong as our hearts beat, will never broke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;those little words, ones next to other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;sometimes them don't make sense&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but is our love, is ourselves, no-one more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;those are our kids, that's our love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;this never ending story, will echoe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;will heal many hearts, will make us cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but will never tear us apart, we'll be always one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;logical I try to be, and my heart I give you,  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I leave myself on you, I let you heat me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;this heart that needs to beat, bring me to life, again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let us be one, let this day never ends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the fears makes you cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let your mind make you stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;go on, love me as I do love you, be one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't cry for this to end, it will never end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'll be here, day and night, i'll wait for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the never ending love, the love that we share&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it will echoe, in the time, in the space&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as strong as our heart beat, it will never die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-7245238887420231884</id><published>2008-04-23T03:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:07:29.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306399"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beauty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;ocean and rivers meet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;under your watchful eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;sky and land meet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;on the horizon line&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;where you live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;valleys and mountains grow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;water that flows and hides&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;fountains that come out, among rocks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;roses that grown and open&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;flowers that close and gives fruit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the food we need, the things we see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it feeds our hearts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the memories that them bring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't ever be bought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the memories that we live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;will always be with us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the knowledge that we get&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;will teach us from past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just the beauty could do the same?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Does beauty ever exists?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;It never happens it never vanish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;is in our hearts, our eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nature is around us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but we don't seem to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;life runs through our vains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but we don't seem to feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;rhythm of life, make things repeat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;beat, breath, we don't notice it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;gone and come, open and close&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;opposite and the same, dead and alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a binary rhythm, a short sequence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but last forever, like the memory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it repeats once and again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;we don't noticied it, alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;landscapes and caves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;rivers, lands and sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them seem different&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but together make a whole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a wonderful place where we live in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it brings memories, it brings feelings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it shines and shades, beauty itself, is alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-7245238887420231884?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/7245238887420231884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=7245238887420231884' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7245238887420231884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7245238887420231884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6384104881146060417</id><published>2008-04-23T03:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:06:23.144+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine and Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2306398"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shine and shadow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been here, standing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've been there, waiting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'll be there, smiling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'll be here, hoping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;under the shadow I hide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as I hide my fears, in vain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;them come out, at night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm looking at the dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;waiting for a light to come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;waiting for you to shine again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;illuminate this place again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;with your bright eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;them bring the hope we need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is not a fake, is not a tale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shine has shadow, shadow has shine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;come on, shine on, enlight us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bring us your wisdom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;enlight us with your knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't leave us on the edge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;let us get to your kingdom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we want to feel your freedom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we need to hear your words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we need the hope you bring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we want you shine among this dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;far far away from home we are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;far far we are from what we wanted to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;close close we are to be rescued&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;near near we are being born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;under your bright eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we look at your face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bless us with your hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bring us your light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;light our weight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;make this shadows vanish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;make all the street shines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;they hope you bring, just that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shines that bright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shadows that vanish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we in the middle, grey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(23-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6384104881146060417?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/6384104881146060417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=6384104881146060417' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6384104881146060417'/><link 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a new place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;same path but different end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;what do you have for me today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sky is cloudy, dark and closed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a storm is over me, strong and deep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I don't seem to mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I let you guide me, fearless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the road is made of stones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the way it has trees along it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;tiny houses, chimneys burning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the smell of wood, of the grass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;little farms, little lands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;so small and so comfy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't miss my place now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;happy people on the windows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I walk down Rua Nova&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;where will you take me today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;My feets walking on the stones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I smell jasmines around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the parfum guides me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't see where are you now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;behind or in front of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I let my mind fly, and it does&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;come out, brainstorming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it makes me good, forget the rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;coming back, hoping to see you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there are you all new, as each day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;ideas that fly through my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;them come to live through ink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it's the blood you have, gentlemen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your kinderness inspires me the best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;coming back the rain begins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it falls down, wetting my bones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it eases my pain, makes be born again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my sight is blurry, for the drops on my glasses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I know I won't get lost, nor teared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it purifies me, it makes me new&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it gives me wisdom, your path I follow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;each time I go through Rua Nova, I born again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(20/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2455836783017875218?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2455836783017875218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2455836783017875218' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2455836783017875218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2455836783017875218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/rua-nova.html' title='Rua Nova'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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different&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;being avoided, feels lonely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;being shut up, feels jailed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;being trapped, by selft words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;words that cut like swords&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;letters that dig like knives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;attitude that hurts so deep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it brakes me, it destroys me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as if you ever care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;look at me, valient boxer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;tell me what you think, face it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't fear you, i'll win you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm sure i'll surround you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;sooner or later i'll win&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;sooner or later it will begin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;sooner i'll make it end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't come pretending as you do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't keep lying as you do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you have two faces&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as my blade has two sides&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't fear you, you don't hur me now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the battle has begun, who will win?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;As if you ever care, face to face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;who is right, who is wrong?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You've been brainwashed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm not, i'm free to think&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You've been used, you puppet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm not, i'm still new&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you attitude risky, near to rude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you think that is good?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How difficult is to be kind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You see any fun on your words?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Here I am, ready to battle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;here I am my fears has gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;here I am facing your words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;here I am, being myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;fight, broke, destroy, delete all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;to built, create, repair, restart everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hard task i've chosen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I don't wan to crumble again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as if you ever care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;come again pretending that you mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;may you convince them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I know you aren't trusty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;since the begin I saw you coming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all your lies you had in mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;may had trapped them, on your web&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but i'm still clean, I can see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you brainwash who is around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you ego you, always yo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing more you let breath  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's only room for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;mistaken are who chose to follow you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;time will tell that I am right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;lost will be who chose to believe you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;be sure i'm right on my words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't pretend them are any wisdom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't try them be witty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't say it all shorter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't express on another way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;leave your judgements behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;do we are on any trial?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do i've been accused of anything?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just came here to relax, did nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as if you ever care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't keep pretending to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can't lie to me, I know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I know you, as you, you are half of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are too lazy to realise now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are too young too know  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you think you are enough widsom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but you don't, don't know me at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;look yourself at the mirror&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't we have the same eyes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(18/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1048787651059171816?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1048787651059171816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1048787651059171816' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1048787651059171816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1048787651059171816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-if-you-ever-care.html' title='As if you ever care'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-1278568698869976395</id><published>2008-04-18T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:30:12.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2301585"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;My feets are tired&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;although I hadn't walked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my eyes can't see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;although i'm not blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my heart can't beat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;although i'm still alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my lungs don't have air&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;although I still breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't know nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I used to know at least enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't know what had happened&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;what is is going to happen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't know what I will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how it will end, what i'll become&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I only know one thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm broken, i'm lying down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;like a puppet without strings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm weak and unuseful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;like swigs without kids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;stand in the place, doing nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I expect the wind to blow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a force that make me strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the rain to stop to fall down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the sky to be blue soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;waiting, you get nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;wondering, you just worry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;act, my friend, do act&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no matter what they'll say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;wake up, be brave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make your dreams true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;work for it, fight for your hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;'cause waiting you get nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;mend your own heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make yourself believe again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;give yourself air once more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;'cause you were strong before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let tears come out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let them wet your face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let it broke your smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let it change your hopes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(17/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1278568698869976395?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1278568698869976395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1278568698869976395' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1278568698869976395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1278568698869976395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2248883343014195134</id><published>2008-04-15T13:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:21:25.605+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Be There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2299203"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be There&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;It makes me bad, it pains me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it bitters me, it hurts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you give me both sides&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you make me good, you made me bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it was you, or it was me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Who started it, this fight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Who started this mistake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;who was wrong since the begin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Who kept secrets inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;who hide the truth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;who didn't said those words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;who aske first?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You come, I love the way you come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but the way you leave, you behave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't like it at all, you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I told you to change, but nothing you did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how could I change?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How I can get you behave?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How I can help us now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;How I can be now, withouth you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Half and half makes one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but now i'm the only one here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;two together make one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but now we are separated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your words, your lips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;heal and harm, cure and damage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your sight, your eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;fix it and broke it, open and close it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;two sides I see now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;do am I in the middle?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;So then which one to choose?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Which one to keep?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Hard decitions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;that's what is life made of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all the time, even for tiny things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;what to wear, what to eat?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;That makes it be alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;mistaken and repeat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it makes you learn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a friend told me once&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;he was there when I needed him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I never asked his name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I never needed to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just heard his words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;complex conversations we used to have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but on those moments he healed all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just with a smile, a bright smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it made me feel better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing needed to be spoken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no words needed to be said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing was need, just to look  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;look at each other as the first time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;did he was the same?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I never saw him clear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just know he was near&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I know he was there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;he make me forgot my fears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;he make face my troubles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;he make me feel better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;he make me feel myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing was needed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nor to be said nor to be heard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just that smile, that made my eyes bright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;no pains, all were healed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;his words are magical&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;his voice is special&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;his eyes are a paradise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;his tenderness is sure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing was needed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;everything was renewed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;everything changed after&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;after he was there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(14-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2248883343014195134?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2248883343014195134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2248883343014195134' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2248883343014195134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2248883343014195134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-there.html' title='Be There'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6843052610688661904</id><published>2008-04-15T13:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:20:40.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Just&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if just you were here now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if just you could talk to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if just your words will care me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if just your eyes could ease my pains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all would be very different&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you'd bring light again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you'd help me to go on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you'd knew me a bit more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if just, I could tell you everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if just using a word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if just looking at you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if just holding your hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I need is you smile me back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I need is you bring some fun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I need is you listen to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all I need is that you be here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the one I need now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the one can help me now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the one I can think about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are the one i'd like to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but never told you a word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;never saw your face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;never heard your voice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;never knew you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all is just a dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a fantasy that I built&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a mistake that I made&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;a wrong word on a whole book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;not writen nor said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't express how I feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nor spoken nor heard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I can't know how I feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just I wish you were here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just I wish you were real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just I wish all were true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just I wish I do know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but nothing of that happened&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I idealised you, badly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I believed in you, wrongly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I thought I knew you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I don't, feel good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I don't know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I don't know me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I don't feel you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;many words want to be born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I avoid them to come out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I fear how them will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I fear what I will say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if I just could knew more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if I just been aweared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if I just believed me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if I just had been me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing would had end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing would had changed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;nothing would had broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;anything could had happened&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I did, I misunderstood you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I took wrongly your words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I understood wronly your attitude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I was mistaken, being buse with Me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I didn't thought of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I didn't though of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just let my mind be wild&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I just let wilderness to rule me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;and now see the damage I did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;see them crashed under the tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;see the sad faces around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just for you being busy with You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;If I just could change it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if I just beging again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;if I just could go back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I would go ahead now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but here I am, stuck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;here I am, crying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;here I am, facing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;how bad I was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(14-04-2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6843052610688661904?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/6843052610688661904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=6843052610688661904' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6843052610688661904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/6843052610688661904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/just.html' title='Just'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-9097179257304606960</id><published>2008-04-15T13:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:20:04.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2299164"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sad Confusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I knew it was going to break&lt;br /&gt; I know it was going to be bad&lt;br /&gt; I knew it'll had a bad end&lt;br /&gt; I knew it since the very begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing to do now&lt;br /&gt; no words will change&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing to wait for&lt;br /&gt; no time to complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feared it to happen&lt;br /&gt; it worried me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt; I tried not to mind&lt;br /&gt; but I do, and it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; don't know how to fix it&lt;br /&gt; don't know how to feel&lt;br /&gt; I don't feel myself now&lt;br /&gt; 'cause i'm down, down, low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing will make me smile&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing will make me proud&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing good I can think about&lt;br /&gt; there's just this mistake on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the mistake of had known you&lt;br /&gt; the mistake of had talked to you&lt;br /&gt; the mistake of had been there now&lt;br /&gt; the mistake of being on the wrong place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing I want to do now&lt;br /&gt; I even can't cry, no words come out&lt;br /&gt; I can't look happy, I don't feel&lt;br /&gt; I can't, cand't do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; because everything remind me of you now&lt;br /&gt; and it pains so deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt; because I tried my best, but I failed&lt;br /&gt; and  I felt down, down, low, low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'd like to start it again&lt;br /&gt; i'd like to avoid my mistakes&lt;br /&gt; i'd like to change what I did wrong&lt;br /&gt; but it don't let me do a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't cry, I can't pray&lt;br /&gt; I can't talk, I can't walk&lt;br /&gt; nothing can cheer me up now&lt;br /&gt; 'cause I broke all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this youth that is yet on me&lt;br /&gt; makes me do stupid things&lt;br /&gt; I regret how I behaved&lt;br /&gt; but I thought it was the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nobody can understand me now&lt;br /&gt; nobody can put on my shoes&lt;br /&gt; 'cause them got broken on my fall&lt;br /&gt; nobody can be bedise me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't smile, I can't look&lt;br /&gt; both sight and lips are broken&lt;br /&gt; for this punch I got on my face&lt;br /&gt; it left me black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what I did wrong?&lt;br /&gt; How did I failed?&lt;br /&gt; Anything was true?&lt;br /&gt; Everything was a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kick myself, i'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt; all was just for being wrong&lt;br /&gt; the bad time, the bad place&lt;br /&gt; there's no way to change it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and I still can't, can't breathles&lt;br /&gt; for the shock the light had brought&lt;br /&gt; for the new the line has said&lt;br /&gt; for the blame it put on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm wrong, I do know now&lt;br /&gt; but I tried my best, I sure you&lt;br /&gt; can somebody explain me?&lt;br /&gt; Can somebody just be next to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm alone, all alone, nobody around&lt;br /&gt; face it, you were wrong since the begin&lt;br /&gt; you let it grow on you, the craziness&lt;br /&gt; I saw in your eyes, I saw this end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to help you&lt;br /&gt;and now is me who is damaged&lt;br /&gt;is me who cries, alone, silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw it end that way&lt;br /&gt;i know i was mistaken again&lt;br /&gt;but a force told me to go on&lt;br /&gt;something i couldn't avoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret what i did wrong&lt;br /&gt;there aren't words to say it&lt;br /&gt;there's no way to cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;i knew you'll make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you voice, your voice, your sound&lt;br /&gt;come to my ears, it comes in&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts, it hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i failed, i felt down, low&lt;br /&gt;i crashed under my own castle&lt;br /&gt;the one i built up in secret&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm lying on, our garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers hurts me, they don't care me&lt;br /&gt;nor you are here to do so&lt;br /&gt;nothing can cheer me, nobody can help me&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm nobody now, i'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, not even a dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;not a drop in the sea&lt;br /&gt;not a leaf on the forest&lt;br /&gt;not whisper in your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not an echoe on the valley&lt;br /&gt;nothing, nobody, none&lt;br /&gt;i just tried my best, i knew this end&lt;br /&gt;i knew it sinde the begin, i failed again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(14/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-9097179257304606960?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/9097179257304606960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=9097179257304606960' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/9097179257304606960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/9097179257304606960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-confusion.html' title='Sad Confusion'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2532480945399708665</id><published>2008-04-14T10:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:19:15.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2298159"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COME OUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;where had you been?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Where did you hide in?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Where i can find you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Where i can be with you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Come out, out your cave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't you see i'm here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in the middle of the cold night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm outside looking for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i need you tell me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all the tales from past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all the stories you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all the melodies you have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i looked for you days and days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i asked for you for nights and nights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i begged for you for weeks and weeks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i waited for you for months and months&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;here you come, here you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;now we are togtether again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;breath together, walk ahead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;tought me all you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;tell me all i need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;whisper to me your dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let my mind fly, let me feel fine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make me smile again, make me bright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;warm me in this freezing night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;see the leafs moved by the wind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;in this cold night, the moon shines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;iluminates our place, we sat on the grass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;give me your hand, give me your love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me know you more, let me be you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hold my hand, never go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;caress my skin as you used to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;please come out, out your place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't hide to my eyes anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't make doubt of our love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me know you more, let me breath for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the last day, also the first night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;for us, will repeat and echoe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it will be going on and on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it will makes us be one and two&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;warm me in this dark night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bring me the light i need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make me keep the faith on you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;touch me with your magic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;talk me with your wisdom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me learn from you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me make you live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;give me your air to breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;guide me in this proof&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;guide me on this night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;teach me not to fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me be you, just tonigh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bring the glow to my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bring the beat to my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bring your words to my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;let me make you be alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;come out, come on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't hide up the tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's nothing to fear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;there's many to share&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;teach me all i need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all i need is your words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your words are the heal i need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the heal you give me, make us live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;lie beside me, feel next to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;breath with me, give me your hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;look at me, let me know you more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make me dream as you only know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bring me the stories that you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bring me the tales that i like&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bring me the words that heal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;bring me knowledge you have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make me wisdom as you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make sure as you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make brave as you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make believe that you are here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;lie next to me and talk me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;look at my eyes and caress me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;feel my heart beating for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;see my eyes shining for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;ear my lips saying your words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;see me making you be alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(13/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2532480945399708665?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2532480945399708665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2532480945399708665' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2532480945399708665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2532480945399708665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-out.html' title='Come Out'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-8936554985377590464</id><published>2008-04-14T10:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:18:50.519+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2298158"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR FEARS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;I was empty, i was dead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;until i heard you come near&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it was cold it was freezing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;until you hold me on your arms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my eyes were red, my lips blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;until you give me your shoulders to cry on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i was lonely i was down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;until you give me your hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i felt confident, i became talkative&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i stood up, looked at you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hypnotized, blushed, amazed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you made me beat again, you gave me faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your lips healed my broken heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your words guided me to go on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your eyes show me the truth i neeed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you bring me to life again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i walked on, i felt renewed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you were beside me, following my steps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you tought me to believe in me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i felt born again, i beat again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your voice, eased my pains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your fingers, get me live again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your hands, healed my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you helped me to believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but it all broke, when&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;when i had fears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;when i stopped and thought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;when i saw you from distance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;it all went, it all died&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as i fear to go one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as i wanted to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as i let my mind speak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all broke in tiny pieces&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;as a glass when you throw a brick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all was fine, till i thought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all me i felt renew, until i banned you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;for fears, the ones i want to hide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the ones that always come out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the ones that i fear to have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;the ones that makes me hurt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i can't change how i am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i can't be another one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i can't get you be back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i can't cry anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;this is over now, late to ask&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;late to ask, for perdon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i had broken your heart too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i had broken mine, smashed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm someone, the one i always be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm someone hurt, lost, alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm someone that suffers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm someone that fears my fears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm empty and cold again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm lost and alone tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm crying lying on the wall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm breathless for this pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't take you back, next to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't be someone i've never be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't imagine how you feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't put me on your skin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;all was good, until fears came&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i met you thay day, was good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i banned you next day, wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't change how i am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't help you to feel fine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't look at your eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't hear your voice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;wish to change myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;would you come to help me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Would you help me to change?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Would you be patient to made me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;To made be who i always wished&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i worked hard, but all is a waste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't change how i am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;made me doubt of who i am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;can't see me on the mirror&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;my soul has gone, again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i can't cry, nor breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i can't speak, can't be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;for the fears i lost all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;would you forgive me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Could i start all since now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(14/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-8936554985377590464?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/8936554985377590464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=8936554985377590464' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8936554985377590464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/8936554985377590464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-fears.html' title='For Fears'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-5635156855502105793</id><published>2008-04-14T10:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:17:47.702+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN AND DON'T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2298157"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN AND DON'T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the dust tire you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the sun burns you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the rain disolves you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the wind moves you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;stay in your place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;stay strong on you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;stay as you've been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;stay there for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let time make you old&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the space confuse you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the flow let you down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the words hurt you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;be as you had always been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;be as good as you had been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;be as true as you believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;be as real as you live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can be whatever you want to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can be wherever you wish to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can become whatever you want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can behave as you wish to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't be afraid of this  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't doubt to go on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't stop on your way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't get lost on the maze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;walk on, go ahead, be strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;firmly, decided, as you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;walk on, go on, don't be afraid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;stand up, don't look back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the memories stops you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the rumours get to your ears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the fears get to your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you can go on, stuck to your hopes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;come on, come on, walk, go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't stop on your way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't feel lost in the place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the rain wets you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;come here, come here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;your place is near&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;walk on, come on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;you're getting home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't fear, keep hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't sink, just sail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't wish just make&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't dream just believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;believe on you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;trust your believes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;be a wizard there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;make all you ever wished&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't fear which is to come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just enjoy the trip, enjoy the truth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;keep coming day after day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't mind the time, just be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the words hurt you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let their sight damn you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let the lies be on your mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't let their envy make you sad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;cheer up my friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm going there, see me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm the hope you need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;i'm the chance you asked for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;don't fear anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just smile and breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;be all you want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;just believe in yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(13/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-5635156855502105793?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/5635156855502105793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=5635156855502105793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5635156855502105793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/5635156855502105793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-and-dont.html' title='CAN AND DON&apos;T'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-7727198584086023921</id><published>2008-04-09T11:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:02:04.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, thanks so much (close to 10500).</title><content type='html'>Hey i didn't expect that this blog would have so many readings (i don't promote it). It has reached 10000 readings and is close to reach 10500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot people, i don't know how you get here. (some comments would be really appreciated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that you are liking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: the last 4 poems published here, are for a story i'm working on now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-7727198584086023921?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/7727198584086023921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=7727198584086023921' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7727198584086023921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7727198584086023921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-thanks-so-much-close-to-10500.html' title='Wow, thanks so much (close to 10500).'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6619824262005638650</id><published>2008-04-09T11:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:55:02.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear of everyone, lord of nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dear of everyone, lord of nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;here come the one called Sir&lt;br /&gt; although his name is french&lt;br /&gt; but who cares, all is a fake&lt;br /&gt; a great lie he lives in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there he is resting in&lt;br /&gt; there he is enjoying all&lt;br /&gt; just a different chick&lt;br /&gt; each night, he does,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; enjoys playing with their hearts&lt;br /&gt; as they let themselves be played&lt;br /&gt; as easy as a cards game, he wins all&lt;br /&gt; always the four kings he have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no tricks, no lies he says&lt;br /&gt; but all he does is for fun&lt;br /&gt; plans his love conquest&lt;br /&gt; the only field he battles in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; never been a soldier, nor a captain&lt;br /&gt; but has conquered many countries&lt;br /&gt; has surrounded many enemies&lt;br /&gt; there you see the scars he collects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it mades him be appealing&lt;br /&gt; he always control the work&lt;br /&gt; all is just a fun game, a deal&lt;br /&gt; he don't mind them at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there he unrides his horse&lt;br /&gt; and walks decided next to you&lt;br /&gt; looks like a knight, a captain&lt;br /&gt; don't wears any sword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but he is called lord&lt;br /&gt; don't had conquered any place&lt;br /&gt; just dozen of womens&lt;br /&gt; that had rested on his bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all he does, he takes as a bet&lt;br /&gt; all he wants is just some game&lt;br /&gt; all he gets is just some fun &lt;br /&gt; but he is getting trapped in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all the lies he has said&lt;br /&gt; all the hearts he has broken&lt;br /&gt; them will come against him&lt;br /&gt; by his betraying lover muse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(03/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6619824262005638650?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6636123890799779466</id><published>2008-04-09T11:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:54:29.115+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No more bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No more bitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honey, bring back your smile&lt;br /&gt; there's no reason to cry&lt;br /&gt; the prays has been listened&lt;br /&gt; the gift has been gaved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there's no reason to be sad tonight&lt;br /&gt; there's nothing but you and I&lt;br /&gt; i'm just asking you for one hour&lt;br /&gt; listen to my voice, I have things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt; all I want to do is good&lt;br /&gt; all that is so new for me&lt;br /&gt; dear, just come near and listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to let you know, how I feel&lt;br /&gt; what I do feel for you&lt;br /&gt; you want to listen, just an hour&lt;br /&gt; let me explain you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't knew how it was at first&lt;br /&gt; I don't know when it did begun&lt;br /&gt; but it came in inside me, slow and deep&lt;br /&gt; but you got here, firmly and decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; pains me loads when I can't see you&lt;br /&gt; hurts me deeply when I can't talk to you&lt;br /&gt; harms all me, when I can't hear you&lt;br /&gt; all I do is for you, I don't mind about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dear, come close and listen&lt;br /&gt; all the things I have to tell you&lt;br /&gt; them are not tales, no lies&lt;br /&gt; I assure you, as the red of my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; come with me, there will be no pains&lt;br /&gt; hold my hand, there will be no past&lt;br /&gt; there is just you, me and you&lt;br /&gt; no place, no time, just us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sweet angel, you came to save me&lt;br /&gt; all I get to do is to thank you all&lt;br /&gt; all I get to think is to make you happy&lt;br /&gt; all I believe is in you and I, just us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yes, i'm right, don't look surprised&lt;br /&gt; cause dear i'm here for you tonight&lt;br /&gt; open up my heart, the one you had healed&lt;br /&gt; telling you how I feel, i'm being clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause I don't mind the time&lt;br /&gt; I don't mind the place&lt;br /&gt; I just know that here we are&lt;br /&gt; just you and I, just me and you, just us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(02/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6636123890799779466?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; those secrets that you told me&lt;br /&gt; I will never tell to anybody&lt;br /&gt; those kisses that I gave you&lt;br /&gt; will never repeat again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cause I am as you could saw&lt;br /&gt; a mean man, just called you for fun &lt;br /&gt; didn't you already knew that?&lt;br /&gt; I know also about your reputation, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had rested next to you&lt;br /&gt; you were the one I thought&lt;br /&gt; I would never had on my arms&lt;br /&gt; and i've succeded, are you surprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause we shared ourselves&lt;br /&gt; you had owned me, I had rented you&lt;br /&gt; cause those were caress that I don't care&lt;br /&gt; i'm a knight at all, I will never tell about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you know, those kisses that we gave&lt;br /&gt; you know, how happy it made me feel&lt;br /&gt; I know, how joy were you too&lt;br /&gt; I saw, the shine on your spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but after all, I don't mind&lt;br /&gt; I won't call you this night&lt;br /&gt; yesterday is from past&lt;br /&gt; things I fear to look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm not ashamed of anything&lt;br /&gt; i'm proud of yesterday&lt;br /&gt; does it bothers you?&lt;br /&gt; Do you mind a thing at all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(01/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1266272554077473886?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1266272554077473886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1266272554077473886' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ZALM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;You told me go backwards from the end&lt;br /&gt; I begun to build it all up&lt;br /&gt; your gone stopped me on my task&lt;br /&gt; I went ahead from the start, wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am stuck in, trapped in a web&lt;br /&gt; it stopped my way, my road, my life&lt;br /&gt; I just miss all you tought me&lt;br /&gt; I wish you had never gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when I play each night, I remember&lt;br /&gt; shily happy I make you live&lt;br /&gt; it fills my heart with happiness&lt;br /&gt; until the line ends, crash with truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; your gone stopped me on my task&lt;br /&gt; I just miss all you tought me&lt;br /&gt; when I play each night I remember&lt;br /&gt; but all I have are dusty memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have very few of you, my star&lt;br /&gt; I can't feel you near, anymore&lt;br /&gt; this pain is digging in, bitting me&lt;br /&gt; I feel it grows each day, it scares me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just have your friends now&lt;br /&gt; the ones you introduced me to&lt;br /&gt; they've helped me before, but not more&lt;br /&gt; it makes me sad too, you all have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel abbandoned, left on the walk&lt;br /&gt; as if I were a weight you couldn't carry&lt;br /&gt; and now is me who is tired, pain hurts&lt;br /&gt; I want you be back, I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this pain is digging in, bitting me&lt;br /&gt; it makes me sad, you all have gone&lt;br /&gt; and now is me who is tired of this pains&lt;br /&gt; I want it all to be again, nice old times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; let me go with you, i'm done here&lt;br /&gt; I don't mind of anything, miss you lots&lt;br /&gt; is not that soon you see, you all were the same&lt;br /&gt; let me see you once more, as joyful as you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't cry more, I can't say it aloud&lt;br /&gt; it will never see the light, once i've gone&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know, I miss you much&lt;br /&gt; still you tought me loads, I can't handle alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(01/04/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-3759349116331418182?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/3759349116331418182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=3759349116331418182' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/3759349116331418182'/><link 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part of the system&lt;br /&gt;we all make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look that metropolized people&lt;br /&gt;they are like robots&lt;br /&gt;waking up to work&lt;br /&gt;they live for working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how insensitive are their faces&lt;br /&gt;hooked on the enterprise&lt;br /&gt;making the system get collapsed&lt;br /&gt;how empty they feel at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always forming a crowded queue&lt;br /&gt;dealing with traffic jams&lt;br /&gt;waiting the shopping line&lt;br /&gt;all the day standing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to home to relax&lt;br /&gt;lie on your bed and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;listen what the walls tell you&lt;br /&gt;listen the funny smile of the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new couple has just meet&lt;br /&gt;a kid has learnt a new word&lt;br /&gt;a teen give his first kiss&lt;br /&gt;a couple is on their honey moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life we live in&lt;br /&gt;good and bad points&lt;br /&gt;but it keeps its own rythm&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each one feels free on their little paradise&lt;br /&gt;some ones are stressed, other feels joyful&lt;br /&gt;we all behive our way, to feel fine&lt;br /&gt;that's what make it all have sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate is around us&lt;br /&gt;sometimes touchs our life&lt;br /&gt;and make us feel better&lt;br /&gt;although sometimes we feel all is a fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said that before&lt;br /&gt;look that metropolized people&lt;br /&gt;how insensitive are their faces&lt;br /&gt;that's the life we live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all influence the others&lt;br /&gt;in every tiny thing we do&lt;br /&gt;we can cheer up people&lt;br /&gt;we can make they get depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a sentence is stucked on our mind&lt;br /&gt;for ones, is an advice that can help them&lt;br /&gt;for others, it just make it worse&lt;br /&gt;we all have our personal quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has a different sense for each one&lt;br /&gt;but we all have to get to a common point&lt;br /&gt;as we all are the same at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;that's how life is, my friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;14/08/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-592574343897801619?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/592574343897801619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=592574343897801619' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/592574343897801619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down my dear&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;i will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;every time you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear a whisper, so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;that told me that, on the wind&lt;br /&gt;take life less seriously&lt;br /&gt;although i found everything ironical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get ready for the magical night&lt;br /&gt;relax looking at the sky&lt;br /&gt;look the moon, how it dance&lt;br /&gt;on your eyes, so full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel your beating, calmy&lt;br /&gt;feel your breath, slowly&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes, and think of nothing&lt;br /&gt;feel the wind on your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel it, how it cares your skin, as it used to&lt;br /&gt;how it change your mood, happiness is coming&lt;br /&gt;how it make you feel better, as yo needed to&lt;br /&gt;its like a hug, the one you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes again&lt;br /&gt;see the world around you&lt;br /&gt;look at it with different eyes&lt;br /&gt;it seems that your lips smile again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was what you needed&lt;br /&gt;but you were afraid to ask for it&lt;br /&gt;you were afraid to show it&lt;br /&gt;and now you was brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing had changed arount you&lt;br /&gt;but you feel different now&lt;br /&gt;relax, confident, happy&lt;br /&gt;'cause your problem has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't stress yourself with that matter&lt;br /&gt;don't try to weight the world&lt;br /&gt;over your head, on your back&lt;br /&gt;throw them away, and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were not called for that&lt;br /&gt;you can't change it yourself&lt;br /&gt;just care for be happy each day&lt;br /&gt;may it change it all that way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;14/08/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-6964517223200960049</id><published>2008-02-28T11:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:31:11.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2131386"&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't look back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why is your face so sad today?&lt;br /&gt;why you feel there's nothing good?&lt;br /&gt;why your eyes are tired of crying?&lt;br /&gt;why you find hard to go on today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you spent your night on the dark&lt;br /&gt;looking back at your past&lt;br /&gt;you hug the old pics that you took&lt;br /&gt;and realised that they are not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing you could do my friend&lt;br /&gt;there's no way to change it today&lt;br /&gt;you have to go on without it&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing we can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no time machine&lt;br /&gt;you doubt now if you took&lt;br /&gt;the good way, you think you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;there's no use to think that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you did your best my friend&lt;br /&gt;don't think of that any longer&lt;br /&gt;it will brake your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason to be sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see how many chances&lt;br /&gt;has gone away in front of you&lt;br /&gt;you ought to be a good dude&lt;br /&gt;and never had a rebel soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seem that rebels are happier&lt;br /&gt;seem that all are better than you now&lt;br /&gt;but that's not true&lt;br /&gt;they feel fine 'cause you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you realize that they are happy for you?&lt;br /&gt;didn't you introduce that couple?&lt;br /&gt;didn't you adviced that friend?&lt;br /&gt;what's the reason to be sad then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel proud of yourself&lt;br /&gt;that don't deserve a tear&lt;br /&gt;you make the life worthy&lt;br /&gt;'cause you made it to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to cry&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to be sad&lt;br /&gt;cheer you up and smile&lt;br /&gt;they are happy 'cause of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made that life had sense&lt;br /&gt;you made that days worth living&lt;br /&gt;you made it to happen&lt;br /&gt;and there's the harder work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why it don't works for you?&lt;br /&gt;why you cried all that night?&lt;br /&gt;why your sight is so deeply sad this morning?&lt;br /&gt;how that can't cheer you up today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;why you keep seeking it alone?&lt;br /&gt;how can i help you now, friend?&lt;br /&gt;how can i thank you all what you've done?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;13/08/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened, i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;my body is tired, i can't move&lt;br /&gt;don't know what happened&lt;br /&gt;i don't hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to listen to the people&lt;br /&gt;they say that it went too fast&lt;br /&gt;that i went totally mad&lt;br /&gt;for someone that don't deserves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only was a radar heart&lt;br /&gt;i just looked for a bit of love&lt;br /&gt;and someone played with my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and when he got tired he left me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shared so nice moments&lt;br /&gt;just thinking of him made me smile&lt;br /&gt;but now since he's gone&lt;br /&gt;i'm here lying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just looked for a bit of love&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to find my soulmate&lt;br /&gt;and i was wrong, and i went crazy&lt;br /&gt;he was so good but really a lazy dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he lied me so many times&lt;br /&gt;he pretend a life he will never live&lt;br /&gt;he just played with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart used to beat faster&lt;br /&gt;but now it hardly moves&lt;br /&gt;i can't feel my breathing&lt;br /&gt;cause my soul has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it left me, as he did&lt;br /&gt;lying down, as you see&lt;br /&gt;i can't move, i can't feel&lt;br /&gt;'cause he broke my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;12/08/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-7437772698911870736?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/7437772698911870736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=7437772698911870736' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were relaxing&lt;br /&gt;lying on the grass&lt;br /&gt;looking up the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you began to think&lt;br /&gt;about everything, brainstorming&lt;br /&gt;until your fears and hopes meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you realise&lt;br /&gt;that we all are wrong&lt;br /&gt;You know it all for sure&lt;br /&gt;but can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are also trapped in their maze&lt;br /&gt;they own the dark market&lt;br /&gt;the run the business&lt;br /&gt;they disguise their wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow me i'm gonna change it&lt;br /&gt;they told to you, you'll be happy now&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we must go further&lt;br /&gt;what do they get from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they pretend they knew the truth&lt;br /&gt;they promised to help the poor&lt;br /&gt;but all they want is buit their paradise&lt;br /&gt;all they do is steal your souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you belived their words&lt;br /&gt;you followed their promises&lt;br /&gt;but they are like bad lovers&lt;br /&gt;once they have you they destroy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes friend&lt;br /&gt;they built their own business&lt;br /&gt;blaming the fault to the old powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they mixed the world&lt;br /&gt;opposited are too close&lt;br /&gt;that nobody sees what is behind&lt;br /&gt;we can't think ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does their promises worth that effort?&lt;br /&gt;World goes faster everyday&lt;br /&gt;life's full of false goodmen&lt;br /&gt;your mind is full of false promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;the nightmare is true&lt;br /&gt;they pretend everything was against&lt;br /&gt;they came in as false messiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's the truth&lt;br /&gt;they lied all of us&lt;br /&gt;they own our mind&lt;br /&gt;we believed all their speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came in as rats&lt;br /&gt;got inside the system&lt;br /&gt;to break it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digging, bitting&lt;br /&gt;they came from the back door&lt;br /&gt;that we once left opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our faith has been damaged&lt;br /&gt;they gave us a poison&lt;br /&gt;it affected our eyes&lt;br /&gt;like the snake promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to believed everything&lt;br /&gt;and we believed those liars&lt;br /&gt;they made us behave as robots&lt;br /&gt;we are hooked on them now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make their empire by saying&lt;br /&gt;that they would made justice&lt;br /&gt;but all they did was change the surface&lt;br /&gt;and they force you to follow them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you gonna be the only one against&lt;br /&gt;they end up owning all your believes&lt;br /&gt;they came destroying our background&lt;br /&gt;to built they fake world, above the ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep calm my friend&lt;br /&gt;don't scream, there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;is not the first time&lt;br /&gt;keep you hope, its what worths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy those days, look the sky&lt;br /&gt;empty your mind and relax&lt;br /&gt;there's few we can do&lt;br /&gt;just enjoy the time we still have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;19/08/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-3596130229864608431?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/3596130229864608431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=3596130229864608431' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/3596130229864608431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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oiseaux&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;on le sens par la pluie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Je me lève si contente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tout est vert et nouveau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Je m'amuse avec le concert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tout semble&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;chanter pour moi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La musique qui vient du ciel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me fait rêver une autre fois&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Je regarde la rue, tout est si joli&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Je veux danser avec cette musique&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La pluie glisse sur la vitre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;comme les jeunes dansent à la Fête&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;avec un rythme vif et simple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;comme le battement de mon coeur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;la pluie forme des petites rivières&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dans le sol ils &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s'unissent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;au centre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ils finissent en formant un petit lac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aussi clair comme les yeux&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;avec lesquels je &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regardais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Je regrette seulement une chose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne pas avoir accepter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ton&lt;/b&gt; offre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;de sortir avec &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;une nuit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;je me souviens de la nuit &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quand je t'avais connu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Je ferme mes yeux et me rappelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cette nuit si silencieuse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ou nous pouvons écouter notre coeur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nous n'avions pas besoin des mots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tout le ciel etait noir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;seulement la lune nous regardait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;il semble qu'elle&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;souriait&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; heureuse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;les chants des oiseaux announcent un nouveau jour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tout contente je me lève, tout semble parfait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Je me rappele des doux&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;souvenirs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tout est nouveau aujourd'hui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(22/08/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2478292939922421059</id><published>2008-02-28T11:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:26:49.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Milky Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2137241"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milky Way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stars looked at me&lt;br /&gt;more than I do&lt;br /&gt;They appear on my dreams&lt;br /&gt;they told me meet me on the Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and thought of it&lt;br /&gt;A year later here I am&lt;br /&gt;following the stars on the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wear a scallop shell on my necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow the flow of the Great Sky River&lt;br /&gt;Here I meet myself&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of the night&lt;br /&gt;I fight against my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be brave won't let the tears come down&lt;br /&gt;Like a pilgrimage that I do myself&lt;br /&gt;To meet me again, to beat my nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me on Saint James Way&lt;br /&gt;Follow the way that is printed in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Only some souls can read it&lt;br /&gt;You are one who does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pure air&lt;br /&gt;Meet the human being&lt;br /&gt;Share everything you have&lt;br /&gt;the answer is to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the view at night&lt;br /&gt;listen the howl of the wolf&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid anymore&lt;br /&gt;Just follow the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how they are reflected on your eyes&lt;br /&gt;See how happy is your smile&lt;br /&gt;You feel renew now&lt;br /&gt;all that thanks to the Milky Way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(22/08/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-2065523310430313600</id><published>2008-02-28T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:26:16.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Light shines again</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Light shines again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After that big storm&lt;br /&gt;when you wondered for so long&lt;br /&gt;it will end one day?&lt;br /&gt;finally is over, it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen the birds singing&lt;br /&gt;sky is so blue, sun shines for you&lt;br /&gt;it says, have a great day, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storm is over for you&lt;br /&gt;the light is back to you&lt;br /&gt;catch the train that stops&lt;br /&gt;don't let it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid, come in&lt;br /&gt;things will be fine&lt;br /&gt;follow me, don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun shines happily&lt;br /&gt;clouds has gone away&lt;br /&gt;there are only you and me&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid of meeting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen the birds singing&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid, come in&lt;br /&gt;let's have a good time today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes can only look at yours&lt;br /&gt;only both us can read the message&lt;br /&gt;only us know the code, i can't hide more&lt;br /&gt;looking at you makes me feel at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sky is so blue, sun shines for you&lt;br /&gt;things will be fine&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand, come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't leave me now&lt;br /&gt;I adore your smile, so pure&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide it more&lt;br /&gt;you are so beautiful, honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says, have a great day, babe&lt;br /&gt;follow me, don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;i'll care for you, day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at you, feeds me&lt;br /&gt;I need you, revive me now&lt;br /&gt;be my blood, be my air&lt;br /&gt;we only know the message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(06/10/07)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-2065523310430313600?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/2065523310430313600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=2065523310430313600' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2065523310430313600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/2065523310430313600'/><link rel='alternate' 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just want you to keep working&lt;br /&gt;you are a slave in their system&lt;br /&gt;a lonely mice in their maze&lt;br /&gt;you can do anything to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face the destiny&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and breath&lt;br /&gt;run, fight, shout,&lt;br /&gt;break their system down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are just liars&lt;br /&gt;you know it for sure&lt;br /&gt;join your mates and face them&lt;br /&gt;they won't lie us any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be brave, we all thank you&lt;br /&gt;be strong, and fight for us&lt;br /&gt;because they are just a bad gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make promises&lt;br /&gt;they won't make true&lt;br /&gt;just say what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;to make us still be trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their laugh make you be deaf&lt;br /&gt;their image make you be blind&lt;br /&gt;their words make you be mute&lt;br /&gt;you are just a monkey to use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all that is just make-up&lt;br /&gt;they are the worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;demons in disguise, be aware,&lt;br /&gt;their words are just garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;not everybody sees it&lt;br /&gt;you must let all know&lt;br /&gt;that you say the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make us feel strong&lt;br /&gt;to fight them, all united&lt;br /&gt;to be free again, as we deserve&lt;br /&gt;broke that chain, and be free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(05/09/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-8106228828388223813?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/8106228828388223813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=8106228828388223813' title='0 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id="post_message_2138243"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll be back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is the time of goodbies&lt;br /&gt;summer is finishing for us&lt;br /&gt;there's no way that i can stay&lt;br /&gt;don't you cry my sweet friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just a see you later&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing fine&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you too&lt;br /&gt;But i ought to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let tears came&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you every day&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you every minute&lt;br /&gt;Our memories can't be erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always behind me&lt;br /&gt;Looking after me, cheering me up&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the memories we lived&lt;br /&gt;You whispered in my ears, those sweet verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a see you soon&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you too my dear&lt;br /&gt;When I'll think of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be calm, watching the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always offered me your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;When I needed to cry&lt;br /&gt;You always listened to me&lt;br /&gt;And adviced me your best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back very soon&lt;br /&gt;It will be just a month&lt;br /&gt;But I'll feel it as a century&lt;br /&gt;Till I meet you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the moments that we lived&lt;br /&gt;There's no room for tears and sadness&lt;br /&gt;I promise you to be back next sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the hugs you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me that sweetly&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave you my love&lt;br /&gt;That's just a see you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the food I need&lt;br /&gt;You are the water I drink&lt;br /&gt;You are the air I breath&lt;br /&gt;You are my life, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;There's no place for tears and weakness&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you again&lt;br /&gt;When you'll open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you too, darling&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are my life, love&lt;br /&gt;You are the light I need&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to cry&lt;br /&gt;I will meet you soon&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget our days&lt;br /&gt;I won't broke that promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you'll feel low&lt;br /&gt;ask the wind, call my name&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right next to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave you,&lt;br /&gt;I will never do it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you daily&lt;br /&gt;as the light needs the shadow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(25/08/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-6561079582822204191?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody cried for Mrs Nobody&lt;br /&gt;nobody worried about her leaving&lt;br /&gt;she left so sudden&lt;br /&gt;as fast as she lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody talks about that girl now&lt;br /&gt;crash on a car is not so popular&lt;br /&gt;people still remember that guy&lt;br /&gt;talkative, that crashed with a bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your future has gone away&lt;br /&gt;it won't be back, be sure of that&lt;br /&gt;is just dust in the wind now&lt;br /&gt;just like the silent words that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lived as fast as a thunder&lt;br /&gt;make up all herself, in dark&lt;br /&gt;to hide her real face&lt;br /&gt;trying to be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she felt fine that way&lt;br /&gt;but she surely knews&lt;br /&gt;she was a sheep, like us&lt;br /&gt;looking for a path to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wolf found her, hid on a corner&lt;br /&gt;and bite her on the road&lt;br /&gt;a tiring summer, new fast car&lt;br /&gt;all was fine till it crashed on a wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the silent girl now&lt;br /&gt;the dark girl came silent&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to live fast&lt;br /&gt;nobody cried for Mrs Nobody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(05/12/2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-7429759110726459317?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/7429759110726459317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=7429759110726459317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7429759110726459317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7429759110726459317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/02/mrs-nobody.html' title='Mrs Nobody'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-5851855402266162885</id><published>2008-02-28T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:20:43.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_2192186"&gt;&lt;b&gt;give me a reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why to wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;all is dark and blue for me&lt;br /&gt;i forgot all i've learnt&lt;br /&gt;i can't breath anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is sad&lt;br /&gt;my sight is lost&lt;br /&gt;but it don't even shows&lt;br /&gt;how deeply bad i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to find it again&lt;br /&gt;a reason to keep my faith&lt;br /&gt;a reason that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;something to feel i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost in that maze&lt;br /&gt;the more i run to escape&lt;br /&gt;the more it grows around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a sea&lt;br /&gt;with all the tears&lt;br /&gt;that had drop off my eyes&lt;br /&gt;help me not to sink in that sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why to wake up this morning&lt;br /&gt;my sight is lost&lt;br /&gt;give me a reason to smile&lt;br /&gt;'cause all i want has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember yet&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time that i felt fine&lt;br /&gt;when all that sadness begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to find&lt;br /&gt;a reason to feel good&lt;br /&gt;do you have a cure&lt;br /&gt;for that illness that i have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had hold on too many things&lt;br /&gt;i carried the world on my back&lt;br /&gt;like Atlas did as punishement&lt;br /&gt;my back hurts for all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who poisoned me with that&lt;br /&gt;this blue feeling thad digs on me&lt;br /&gt;deep, deep, like the cut of a knife&lt;br /&gt;there's glass around, a room of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel canned&lt;br /&gt;like if i were a pet&lt;br /&gt;and all the rest looks from above&lt;br /&gt;help to escape from this maze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder every morning&lt;br /&gt;how did i got here?&lt;br /&gt;did i built it?  I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;how could i had slaved myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to escape&lt;br /&gt;there's a glass around me&lt;br /&gt;down a sea of my tears&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a tiny room of a maze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's any chance to escape yet?&lt;br /&gt;there's any cure for that illness?&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave that weight&lt;br /&gt;that had trapped me in more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me not to sink in that sea&lt;br /&gt;to cure the poison that digs me&lt;br /&gt;you see my worst side now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some years ago all shine around&lt;br /&gt;nothing was that sadly blue&lt;br /&gt;i want to keep the hope&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel it all again, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just your eyes were so light blue&lt;br /&gt;and looked straight at mines, staring&lt;br /&gt;it made me smile and breath&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel it again, be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the last memory of my past&lt;br /&gt;i want you back, i wish every second&lt;br /&gt;i can't do anything now, past hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free of the chain that slaved me&lt;br /&gt;i can breath again, feel renewed&lt;br /&gt;leaving the room of glass that i had built&lt;br /&gt;watching the sea that i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel pain, but you tenderly whisper&lt;br /&gt;clearly to my ear, offering me your help&lt;br /&gt;so i wake up and ask, a bit afraid&lt;br /&gt;could you help me to walk again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of that is to come&lt;br /&gt;i feel i'm not ready for all that&lt;br /&gt;many changes in few time&lt;br /&gt;would you be patience and guide me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(01 december 2007)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-5851855402266162885?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can see your smile&lt;br /&gt;your dark eyes, not joy not sad&lt;br /&gt;them bright when saw me happy&lt;br /&gt;you are my angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the messenger i waited for&lt;br /&gt;you thought me the harder lesson&lt;br /&gt;be brave, breath and go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank your effort&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i think of you&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more i can do&lt;br /&gt;i pray for your every night&lt;br /&gt;asking God to care you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember you, as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;what happened pains my soul&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing now, but keep hope&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you are in heaven dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll fight each day for you&lt;br /&gt;with the same strong that you had&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray to God as you did&lt;br /&gt;honest and pure, like an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all was dark&lt;br /&gt;you always lighted my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my best always&lt;br /&gt;not to make you sad&lt;br /&gt;i'll do my best now&lt;br /&gt;to make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be yourself, don't mind the rest&lt;br /&gt;be pure, honest, pure soul, you said&lt;br /&gt;going on without you is not easy&lt;br /&gt;but i'll do it for you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll walk for you, breath for you&lt;br /&gt;you are the light of my way&lt;br /&gt;All I'll do it'll be for you&lt;br /&gt;nothing will be enough to thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I can do is pray each day&lt;br /&gt;all I will get will be for you&lt;br /&gt;there's my only arm left&lt;br /&gt;since you've gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(29/10/2007)&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-1862860024383122839?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/1862860024383122839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=1862860024383122839' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1862860024383122839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/1862860024383122839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/02/light-my-way.html' title='Light my way'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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/&gt;part of it made paper&lt;br /&gt;to let people write in&lt;br /&gt;part of it made wood&lt;br /&gt;to give people forniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt as the bad part&lt;br /&gt;of all of the good thing&lt;br /&gt;as bad as that little girl&lt;br /&gt;that stands in the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people pass over it&lt;br /&gt;people don't mind of it&lt;br /&gt;the little old leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what matters is the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;what's important is the tree&lt;br /&gt;but the leaf wanted to be free&lt;br /&gt;so it left quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you feel sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;what if you have nobody to talk to&lt;br /&gt;what if you have no tree&lt;br /&gt;and wants things to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you needs to be couraged enough&lt;br /&gt;to leave and go alone&lt;br /&gt;you needs to feel confident&lt;br /&gt;to choose the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what matters is you&lt;br /&gt;you are alone, old and free&lt;br /&gt;things have just start&lt;br /&gt;wait for things to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go and fly by yourself&lt;br /&gt;don't worry to fall down&lt;br /&gt;it won't happen again&lt;br /&gt;you have learned enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go and be free&lt;br /&gt;be what you want to&lt;br /&gt;don't worry anymore&lt;br /&gt;it was just a leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't fear to walk alone&lt;br /&gt;ready to go, start&lt;br /&gt;do things by your own&lt;br /&gt;surf in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the leaf on the sand&lt;br /&gt;of the tree you've planted&lt;br /&gt;don't feel more blue and sad&lt;br /&gt;just wait for things to come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;(26/02/08 Tuesday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;hr size="1"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-7654199799313392898?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/7654199799313392898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=7654199799313392898' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7654199799313392898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/7654199799313392898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2008/02/like-leaf-nuevo-poema.html' title='Like a Leaf (nuevo poema)'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Todo quedó atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sin remedio y rumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;deviste avanzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hacia ningún lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ya no quedan lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;por derramar, y ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tu alma no puede serguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Paraste cansada a reposar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tras un largo caminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;que acaba en ningún lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Quedaste atrapada en el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;entre el día y la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;entre luces y sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;trastaste avanzar en vano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Repentinamente hayaste el modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;de seguir adelante, quizás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pero ya era tarde, pensaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Esa mirada te llenó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;te dijo tanto sin hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y ambos lo supisteis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ninguno luchó en contra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;El tiempo ha pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y debes volver a tu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pero no puedes volver ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;no quieres luchar más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Es tarde para volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;es tarde para seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lágrimas y lágrimas te mecen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y de adormeces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Le ves a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;os véis juntos y felices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pasaron los años veloces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y seguís siendo felices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;De pronto despiertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y amarga descubres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;que sólo fue un sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dulce e irreal quimera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sólo fue una sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;que aparecía en la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y se marchaba al despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(13/06/05 Lunes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-111875723620373323?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/111875723620373323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=111875723620373323' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/111875723620373323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/111875723620373323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2005/06/poema-cuando-todo-acabe.html' title='Poema: Cuando todo acabe'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-110700434580130628</id><published>2005-01-29T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T14:12:25.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas en inglés: (3) I'll always remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'll always remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;let´s begin a new day&lt;br /&gt;i said myself today&lt;br /&gt;but i can´t get it again&lt;br /&gt;i can´t keep hiding this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i must try to relax&lt;br /&gt;so i wake up and get ready&lt;br /&gt;now i go out for a walk&lt;br /&gt;i leave home and go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on street and don´t know why&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;at home all make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave my keays&lt;br /&gt;but i shouldn't go back&lt;br /&gt;i look the people and sky&lt;br /&gt;then i close my eyes and breath&lt;br /&gt;and i begin to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rememebr all the time i spent&lt;br /&gt;but something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn my way, just against&lt;br /&gt;and walk in the other side&lt;br /&gt;i walked trought the streets&lt;br /&gt;and end in a field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel myself there, im free&lt;br /&gt;i just lie next a walk&lt;br /&gt;see the sky, feel the wind&lt;br /&gt;feel the sea, see the birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can cry what i want&lt;br /&gt;i can feel like a bird&lt;br /&gt;i can crowl in the sea&lt;br /&gt;i can fly on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent more than an hour there&lt;br /&gt;some people come and pass me near&lt;br /&gt;no one stop to talk&lt;br /&gt;just welcome with the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard a noise&lt;br /&gt;and i hide next a tree&lt;br /&gt;spring is coming&lt;br /&gt;birds are loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a couple&lt;br /&gt;that come next to me&lt;br /&gt;and stand in front the sea&lt;br /&gt;then they go to beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the time we spent&lt;br /&gt;felt the sand trought my hands&lt;br /&gt;felt the waves on my skin&lt;br /&gt;time i feel lost now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decide to go back home&lt;br /&gt;but before i leave there&lt;br /&gt;a letter devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come back there just&lt;br /&gt;half a year later&lt;br /&gt;i feel better than ever&lt;br /&gt;i´m alone but free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrive there and&lt;br /&gt;i search the letter&lt;br /&gt;the pen is still there&lt;br /&gt;on the bottle i kept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept there an hour&lt;br /&gt;the same couple is there&lt;br /&gt;they look at me and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear the rythm of waves&lt;br /&gt;i feel the wind again&lt;br /&gt;a leaf stop on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look back and see&lt;br /&gt;a guy with my letter&lt;br /&gt;he come near to me&lt;br /&gt;and began to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like a lot this lyrics&lt;br /&gt;i imagine you´re looking for it&lt;br /&gt;and i come here everyday&lt;br /&gt;just to give you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i´m quiet it never happend before&lt;br /&gt;don't worry keep it if you like&lt;br /&gt;i´ll devote it if you want&lt;br /&gt;he stop and look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you´ve devote my soul&lt;br /&gt;you singed my skin&lt;br /&gt;you keep me breath&lt;br /&gt;you make me beat again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the noon is falling&lt;br /&gt;his light eyes look at me&lt;br /&gt;i get up again,&lt;br /&gt;that was a dream?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/10/2004 Satuday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado originalmente en 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href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2005/01/poemas-en-ingls-3-ill-always-remember.html' title='Poemas en inglés: (3) I&apos;ll always remember'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-110557121736121924</id><published>2005-01-13T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T14:12:34.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas en inglés: (2) Sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sounds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made a call&lt;br /&gt;to your lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;did you heard it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn´t answer it,&lt;br /&gt;is your line busy?&lt;br /&gt;is it still engaged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still at home, now&lt;br /&gt;why don´t answer it?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still blind?&lt;br /&gt;Are you too shy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your mind&lt;br /&gt;can´t stop to guess&lt;br /&gt;who called you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just come for a walk&lt;br /&gt;you though you saw that man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he seem to be so far&lt;br /&gt;you saw him like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;you are not sure, who is him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have someone ever&lt;br /&gt;managed your fells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are still alive&lt;br /&gt;you survive again&lt;br /&gt;from your own ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone is ringing again&lt;br /&gt;you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;you were still lyed on your bed&lt;br /&gt;thinking, who is calling again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sound is like a clock&lt;br /&gt;burning up the hour to wake up&lt;br /&gt;to make you beat again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are still in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;but you get the phone&lt;br /&gt;someone ask you your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just said your name&lt;br /&gt;and he left a short sentence&lt;br /&gt;like a second clue&lt;br /&gt;like a friend´s advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have your heart ever been managed?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever feel deeply lonely?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me too, i can´t&lt;br /&gt;i´m still in a jail&lt;br /&gt;and i only could be free&lt;br /&gt;if you help me, please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sounded like a whisper&lt;br /&gt;like a sweet wave&lt;br /&gt;that remembers you your old times&lt;br /&gt;you imagine yourself younger&lt;br /&gt;but can´t guess who is him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;09/12/2004 Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado originalmente en &lt;a href="http://forum.coldplaying.com/viewtopic.php?t=12823"&gt;Forum coldplaying.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-110557121736121924?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/110557121736121924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=110557121736121924' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/110557121736121924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/110557121736121924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2005/01/poemas-en-ingls-2-sounds.html' title='Poemas en inglés: (2) Sounds'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-110487784022045988</id><published>2005-01-04T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:30:40.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas en inglés: (1) Statues </title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Statues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are statues&lt;br /&gt;on the square&lt;br /&gt;are made of metal&lt;br /&gt;silver, bronze&lt;br /&gt;all them are mens&lt;br /&gt;kings, conquerors,&lt;br /&gt;warriors, presidents&lt;br /&gt;only old mens&lt;br /&gt;cold shadows&lt;br /&gt;then you decided&lt;br /&gt;to go to an expo&lt;br /&gt;there are some pics&lt;br /&gt;of people you don´t know&lt;br /&gt;people you see on streets&lt;br /&gt;a man is there look at pics&lt;br /&gt;then you go to visit the museum&lt;br /&gt;because this man told you about it&lt;br /&gt;you unknown him&lt;br /&gt;but you believed him&lt;br /&gt;you also see statues there&lt;br /&gt;women statues mades by stone&lt;br /&gt;strong, they keep eternity&lt;br /&gt;you look around&lt;br /&gt;and you feel alone&lt;br /&gt;looking at a wall&lt;br /&gt;you feel someone breathing near you&lt;br /&gt;you look behind you&lt;br /&gt;and there is a men&lt;br /&gt;the same men you saw before&lt;br /&gt;you feel the wind&lt;br /&gt;then you look in front of you&lt;br /&gt;now you are alone again&lt;br /&gt;look at the floor&lt;br /&gt;there is a note, a letter&lt;br /&gt;for you? from who?&lt;br /&gt;did this man leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;is like a clue of a game&lt;br /&gt;i´m a friend you don´t know&lt;br /&gt;or not? then try to find the truth&lt;br /&gt;you are looking for your true&lt;br /&gt;then just follow this clue"&lt;br /&gt;there´s an address in the note&lt;br /&gt;you decided to go home&lt;br /&gt;and forget all was happened today&lt;br /&gt;you look a book&lt;br /&gt;and you can´t see the faces&lt;br /&gt;are like shadows in front your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you are blind now, you can´t know people,&lt;br /&gt;you don´t know why and are so scared&lt;br /&gt;you look yourself in a mirror&lt;br /&gt;you only see shadows and light behind you&lt;br /&gt;does this anything to do about the clue?&lt;br /&gt;is late, all your room is dark&lt;br /&gt;then you try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;you have nightmares&lt;br /&gt;you only see shadows&lt;br /&gt;because your heart is blind&lt;br /&gt;your heart is becoming a stone&lt;br /&gt;like statues you saw before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna Squire Damique&lt;br /&gt;06/11/2004 Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado originalmente en &lt;a href="http://forum.coldplaying.com/viewtopic.php?t=12823"&gt;Forum coldplaying.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-110487784022045988?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/110487784022045988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=110487784022045988' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/110487784022045988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/110487784022045988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2005/01/poemas-en-ingls-1-statues.html' title='Poemas en inglés: (1) Statues '/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-110150290081215848</id><published>2004-11-26T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:25:05.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chavs, townies, neds, jippos y otros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bazzas, Charvers, Chavs, Chavvies, Dillholes, Hardos, Hood Rats, Janners, Jippos, Kappa Slappers, Kevs, Neds, Pikies, Ratboys, Scallies, Scroats, Scutters, Skangers, Spides, Steeks, Stigs, Townies, Wankers, Yarcos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fat-pie.com/darren3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cualquiera de estos nombres se conoce a un movimiento juvenil que parece haberse iniciado en Newcastle y Glasgow, o sea en Inglaterra y Escocia, cuyas señas de identidad son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Llevar chandal de marcas como Adidas o Nike de tallas un poco grandes bien visible o si no llevan chandal exhiben una camiseta de alguna selección de fútbol (la suya u otra que haya ganado recientemente).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Una gorra de visera muy abombada (ya se venden incluso así).&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Gustos musicales del momento (de ese mes, los que aparezcan en tops de radio o televisión tipo MTV y similares), principalmente de los géneros Rap (sólo los chicos debido a sus letras de contenido misógino y sexista), R&amp;B (sólo las chicas debido a su letras más románticas), y Dance (común para ambos sexos cuando van a las discotecas).&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Si tienen edad para conducir, e incluso antes, son apasiodados del "tunning" y llegan a gastarse una fortuna en adornarlos, por supuesto cuando circulan en sus vehículos "hacen disfrutar" a todos los ciudadanos de sus "gustos musicales".&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Los chicos suelen llevar el pelo muy corto, sin "piercings" ni tatuajes.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Sus gustos cinematograficos se limitan poco más que a peliculas de acción, donde se exhibe la alta tecnología, y con violencia gratuita, "A todo gas", "Romeo debe morir" son dos ejemplos.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Como amantes de la alta tecnología siempre tienen en sus manos el movil de ultima generacion del momento. Y cuando están en casa sólo ven la televisión de canales satélite, pricipalmente musicales.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Su mascota preferida será siempre un perro de raza agresiva (Pittbull).&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Su lema es "hazte el dueño de la calle¹"  y por tanto siempre se hacen notar allí por donde pasan.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Asaltan a jóvenes que no son de sus tribus (pidiendo dinero y robandoles su móviles).&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Suelen iniciarse cuando son teenagers de la primera generación (12 a 14 años).&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Es raro no encontrarlos en el McDonals más cercano y con un botellín de sidra o cerveza en la mano.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Hacen algún escarceo con las drogas principalmente pastillas y porros, pero pueden ser sesiones de una noche entera de fiesta.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Sus ídolos a seguir son: Christina Aguilera, Jennifer Lopez, David y Victoria Beckham, 50 cent, Eminem, Mike Skinner, Mutya de Sugababes, Brian Harvey, Wayne Rooney.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;En España, estas tribus podrían ser fans de Enrique Iglesias, los Djs del momento, Estopa, (¹recordemos la semejanza entre el lema de esta tribu y el titulo del ultimo album del grupo: "¿la calle es tuya?".), Andy y Lucas, Camela, Junior Miguez, Shakira, Kylie Minogue, Keanu Reeves,Fernando Torres, Jose Antonio Reyes, Ronaldo, Roberto Carlos, Michael Owen, Samuel E'too, Ronaldinho. &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Otras aficiones son la practica del skate y ciclismo en pistas de skate, muy común en hispanoamerica y España.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Es frecuente que puesto que practican el sexo sin medidas, las chicas queden embarazadas.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Presumen de tener poca cultura, tienen mal resultado escolar.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://sapiens.ya.com/alferez1521/images/chavs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Según ellos lleva al menos 20 años de existencia esta subcultura, en mi modesta opinion es la versión de las pandillas americanas de la decada de los 80, trasladadas a Europa desde finales de los 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El equivalente sudamericano podrían ser las maras (aunque éstos exiben tatuajes y piercings a veces y son agresivos incluso entre ellos mismos), cuya variación en España ha dado origen a grupos como los Latin Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así podemos ver la progresiva y floreciente epoca que están viviendo, porque este movimiento se está extendiendo en paises de Europa recien incorporados a la unión o en tramite de ello a través de la ideología que difunden los cantantes de rap y los filmes ya mencionados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para saber más de ésta nueva tribu: visíten estos enlaces &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en inglés&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chavscum.co.uk/"&gt;ChavScum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web más completa y veterana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newcastlestuff.com/"&gt;Newcastlestuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glasgowsurvival.co.uk/"&gt;GlasgowSurvival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com/chavs.htm"&gt;Darren´s Corner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Página Web personal, que se centra en un caso (Devvo), tiene a disposicion videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Notas: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en español este es el primer articulo que aparece al respecto&lt;/span&gt;, el equivalente podría ser jinchos o chavales).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-110150290081215848?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/110150290081215848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=110150290081215848' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/110150290081215848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/110150290081215848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/11/chavs-townies-neds-jippos-y-otros.html' title='Chavs, townies, neds, jippos y otros'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-109785805392784757</id><published>2004-10-15T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T18:34:13.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefox gana terreno a Internet Explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Microsoft, una vez que ha monopolizado el mercado del navegador, ha abandonado completamente su desarrollo durante años, a excepción de pequeñas actualizaciones destinadas a cubrir los permanentes fallos de seguridad. Mientras, una pequeña fundación que hace software libre logra por primera vez en años arrebatar cuota de mercado al gigante.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver artículo completo de Eduardo Pedreño en &lt;a href="http://www.libertaddigital.com/opiniones/opi_desa_21011.html"&gt;Libertad Digital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-109785805392784757?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/109785805392784757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=109785805392784757' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/109785805392784757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/109785805392784757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/10/firefox-gana-terreno-internet-explorer.html' title='Firefox gana terreno a Internet Explorer'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-109017486640852179</id><published>2004-07-18T20:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T20:21:06.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La España que nos mereciamos</title><content type='html'>La ecuacion es muy simple: &lt;br /&gt;A= iespana&lt;br /&gt;B= vivendi universal interactive&lt;br /&gt;C= grupo prisa&lt;br /&gt;D= gobierno actual (psoe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iespana era una empresa que funcionaba mas o menos bien.&lt;br /&gt;Muy poca gente duda que el gobierno actual mas que en las urnas ganó gracias al grupo prisa.&lt;br /&gt;Al grupo prisa le van mas la pelas que a un tonto un lapiz.&lt;br /&gt;Uno de los socios externos del grupo prisa es Vivendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolucion de la ecuación:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D{[(A)/(B^C)]}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lo que es igual la política de transparencia anunciada por el gobierno nos ha jodido a todos los que teniamos alojada allí una web o algún otro servicio gratuito y encima sin previo aviso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablando más claramente hemos perdido un servicio que hasta ahora era gratis (alojamiento de webs en mi caso), que dado la voracidad y la facilidad que tienen de hacerlo todo pelas el grupo prisa, más su socio externo vivandi, pues no sé dónde vamos a llegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto localicé esta web que me ha dado motivo para pensar el desarrollo de la ecuacion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.smsarena.com/iespana/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues tiene las mismas sedes y promotores con la diferencia de que el usuario no tiene los servicios gratuitos, a cambio tiene servicios de ganancia para ellos, como es: logos y tonos para móvil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorprendente cambio. Esta era la España que nos mereciamos mejor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-109017486640852179?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.iblnews.com/foros/view.php3?id=217377' title='La España que nos mereciamos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/109017486640852179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=109017486640852179' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/109017486640852179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/109017486640852179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/07/la-espaa-que-nos-mereciamos.html' title='La España que nos mereciamos'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-109017077998509914</id><published>2004-07-18T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:56:31.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Imagen milagrosa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el verano de 1.998, la mágica noche de San Juan.yo tenía, 12 años. Como cada año nos disponíamos a participar en&lt;br /&gt;la quema de la hoguera de nuestro barrio.&lt;br /&gt;Entre quema y quema de una nueva serie de petardos de los que había adquirido unos días antes, vi un viejecito que se acercó a la hoguera (aun sin prender) y vació una bolsa que contenía cartas, fotos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegó por fín las 24:00, (el primer minuto del día 24 de julio) hora en que en mi barrio se prende la mejor hoguera de la zona, dos horas más tarde, cuando la hoguera se había reducido a unos rescoldos que aún llameaban con unos 10 o 20 centimetros de altura en algunos puntos, en una de mis visitas a la hoguera para coger un trozo de tea con fuego en la punta y hacer una de esas hogueritas (que habitualmente hacíamos), me dí cuenta de que algunas cartas y fotografías de las que había echado el viejecito a la hoguera no estaban quemadas del todo incluso algunas no se habían dañado, y descubrí entre ellas una tablilla, que hasta entonces no la había visto (**), que tenía una imagen de una virgen con un niño, Y NO LA HABÍA TOCADO EL FUEGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escaneada dicha tabla me he encontrado con caras y figuras que en próximos días publicaré.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://usuarios.lycos.es/plazagarcia/docs/milagro.pdf"&gt; Historia completa en PDF &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://usuarios.lycos.es/plazagarcia/images/vmar0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-109017077998509914?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/109017077998509914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=109017077998509914' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Para proteger tu correo del spam y correos no solicitados sigue estas instrucciones:&lt;br /&gt;En tu correo vé a “Opciones de correo).&lt;br /&gt;Pulsa “Protección frente al correo no deseado” y a continuación “Filtro de correo no deseado”.&lt;br /&gt;Ponlo en modo Exclusivo y acepta.&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve a “Opciones de Contactos” y pulsa “Lista Segura”.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora añade los correos que sí deseas recibir, de amistades, familia, grupos, trabajo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Nota: A partir de ahora tendrás portección de correo no deseado de un modo gratuito, las unicas pegas son que si otro contacto te manda un correo y no lo tienes en tu lista no te llegará el mail.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108956552683406404?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-108913442316367027</id><published>2004-07-06T19:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T19:20:23.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Con ojos inocentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Con ojos inocentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con ojos inocentes&lt;br /&gt;para no olvidar lo que fue&lt;br /&gt;para imaginar lo que será&lt;br /&gt;para vivir como siempre&lt;br /&gt;olvidando lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Razonando sin temor&lt;br /&gt;con energía&lt;br /&gt;con inocencia&lt;br /&gt;disfrutando la verdad&lt;br /&gt;creyendo que todo es paz&lt;br /&gt;deseando no crecer&lt;br /&gt;para no descrubrir la verdad&lt;br /&gt;porque ¿es todo&lt;br /&gt;como creermos?&lt;br /&gt;¿de veras todo es paz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verano 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108913442316367027?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108913442316367027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108913442316367027' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108913442316367027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108913442316367027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/07/con-ojos-inocentes.html' title='Con ojos inocentes'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-108853561312077042</id><published>2004-06-29T20:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T21:00:13.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PARECE MENTIRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es más frío que antes&lt;br /&gt;porque ayer no te ví&lt;br /&gt;oh por fin no me hagas sufrir&lt;br /&gt;ven lantemente&lt;br /&gt;y hablame solo una vez&lt;br /&gt;creo que algo me has de contar&lt;br /&gt;acércate  a mi y mirame&lt;br /&gt;mirame solo una vez de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece mentira&lt;br /&gt;después de tanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;ya nos distanciamos&lt;br /&gt;ya no me miras&lt;br /&gt;cuando pasas por mi lado&lt;br /&gt;yo no sabía lo que sentías&lt;br /&gt;jamás hablamos&lt;br /&gt;y yo no sabía nada de tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras más de 10 años viéndonos&lt;br /&gt;todos los días&lt;br /&gt;tú no me dices nada&lt;br /&gt;y al paso que ibas&lt;br /&gt;no me mirarías ni&lt;br /&gt;en la universidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco hay que fingir&lt;br /&gt;solo quiero la verdad&lt;br /&gt;¿qué sientes tu por mí?&lt;br /&gt;solo quiero la verdad&lt;br /&gt;todos dicen que me amas&lt;br /&gt;pero yo no veo nada&lt;br /&gt;quiero que me hables&lt;br /&gt;no basta con mirar&lt;br /&gt;quiero que me cuentes&lt;br /&gt;la verdad de lo que sientes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece mentira&lt;br /&gt;después de tanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;que por otros sepa la verdad&lt;br /&gt;tu voz no puedo oír&lt;br /&gt;tu garganta no dice nada&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos no veo más&lt;br /&gt;ya tu no me miras&lt;br /&gt;pero sé que tú me amas&lt;br /&gt;pero no me dices nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108853561312077042?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108853561312077042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108853561312077042' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108853561312077042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108853561312077042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/06/parece-mentira.html' title='Parece mentira'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-108853354809765861</id><published>2004-06-29T20:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T20:25:48.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chateando</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHATEANDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ánimo que estamos en verano&lt;br /&gt;hace un sol abrasador&lt;br /&gt;pero todos somos hermanos&lt;br /&gt;cantemos un poco&lt;br /&gt;para animarnos&lt;br /&gt;y con unos versos&lt;br /&gt;refrescarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es la brisa de la vida&lt;br /&gt;la solución al calor&lt;br /&gt;sin huir a tierras frías&lt;br /&gt;el remedio del temor&lt;br /&gt;de la ira y el horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el arma más pura&lt;br /&gt;la belleza en la Tierra&lt;br /&gt;sin importar las lenguas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el máximo honor&lt;br /&gt;es lo único que nadie discute&lt;br /&gt;la música es libertad&lt;br /&gt;es la libertad sin guerras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El lema de la vida y la paz&lt;br /&gt;alivia todos los problemas&lt;br /&gt;cura todas las heridas&lt;br /&gt;es la música la libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 de julio de 2.001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108853354809765861?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108853354809765861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108853354809765861' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108853354809765861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108853354809765861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/06/chateando.html' title='Chateando'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-108853334253332676</id><published>2004-06-29T20:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T20:22:22.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>34 lineas dobles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;34 LINEAS DOBLES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompañada por el estruendo del silencio ausente&lt;br /&gt;ensordecida por el chillido agudo del vacío&lt;br /&gt;acompañada y en soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temiendo y deseando la compañía fugaz&lt;br /&gt;Oh alma solitaria&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde te irás a parar?&lt;br /&gt;Viajante, solitaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temerosa, fugaz&lt;br /&gt;viaja sin rumbo a su lugar&lt;br /&gt;lucha sin nada que esquivar&lt;br /&gt;tocada por el afilado y cortante filo de la ausencia&lt;br /&gt;triste y alegre no estar&lt;br /&gt;deseando volver atrás o acercarse al umbral del cenit&lt;br /&gt;gritando en silencio por la libertad&lt;br /&gt;manos vacías, alma llena de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;llora, ríe, grita, vive, sueña&lt;br /&gt;en soledad&lt;br /&gt;temerosa de compañía&lt;br /&gt;miedosa del vacío&lt;br /&gt;vertiginosa lentitud al camino&lt;br /&gt;retrocede o avanza sin destino&lt;br /&gt;siguiendo el camino&lt;br /&gt;escuchando el silencio&lt;br /&gt;observando el vacío mundo actual&lt;br /&gt;luchando por no ser apresada por la multitud&lt;br /&gt;odiada, solitaria&lt;br /&gt;no entendida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertad, la que añoras ¿se te escapa?&lt;br /&gt;Huye, o la sigues al final&lt;br /&gt;al fin del camino&lt;br /&gt;¿que encontrarás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repetirás tu antecesor camino&lt;br /&gt;o cambiarás tu sino&lt;br /&gt;lucha sin miedo&lt;br /&gt;contra el vacío de la multitud&lt;br /&gt;voces sordas gritan en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;ausencia de razón o dominio del sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;reflexiona sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;dando tumbos por los muros&lt;br /&gt;la multitud silenciosa que acompaña en el camino&lt;br /&gt;camina sobre el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;huye del destino&lt;br /&gt;sin temor&lt;br /&gt;pasa lento y silencioso&lt;br /&gt;el futuro a tu alrededor&lt;br /&gt;llena el vacío de la ausencia de la multitud&lt;br /&gt;con recuerdos tristes&lt;br /&gt;pero recuerdos con amor&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos de lo que fue&lt;br /&gt;que te retienen haciendote avanzar&lt;br /&gt;sentimiento temido&lt;br /&gt;seguir al azar&lt;br /&gt;o guiarse por el pasado&lt;br /&gt;caminos cruzados&lt;br /&gt;avanzas sin mirar&lt;br /&gt;miradas ausentes&lt;br /&gt;que observan el silencio&lt;br /&gt;multitud vagante de gentes&lt;br /&gt;vacías de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;que lucha por vivir sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;gritan sin oir al vacío&lt;br /&gt;soledad punzante&lt;br /&gt;que cambias la vida&lt;br /&gt;grita más alto&lt;br /&gt;aún no te rindas&lt;br /&gt;alivia tus penas&lt;br /&gt;que escuchen tu voz&lt;br /&gt;la multitud vacía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Año 2.002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108853334253332676?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108853334253332676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108853334253332676' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108853334253332676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108853334253332676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/06/34-lineas-dobles.html' title='34 lineas dobles'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-108844563551606789</id><published>2004-06-28T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:00:35.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Nunca sentiste algo así?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;¿NUNCA SENTÍSTE ALGO ASÍ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven, acércate&lt;br /&gt;sosiégate&lt;br /&gt;siéntate&lt;br /&gt;y hablemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame y dime&lt;br /&gt;¿nunca sentíste&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo sentía?&lt;br /&gt;y si era así&lt;br /&gt;¿porqué decías&lt;br /&gt;lo que decías?&lt;br /&gt;Dime que no me querias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé valiente y dílo&lt;br /&gt;¿Si no sentías nada&lt;br /&gt;porqué me lo decías?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temas nada&lt;br /&gt;cierra los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y hablame&lt;br /&gt;sólo abre tu sentir&lt;br /&gt;¿porqué viniste&lt;br /&gt;sin aviso,&lt;br /&gt;por accidente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si viniste así&lt;br /&gt;¿porqué no te atreves&lt;br /&gt;a seguir?&lt;br /&gt;¿porqué te vas&lt;br /&gt;como viniste?&lt;br /&gt;A caso ¿me temes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensé que eras&lt;br /&gt;más valiente&lt;br /&gt;y ¿me equivoqué?&lt;br /&gt;Mirame con tu alma&lt;br /&gt;y dime&lt;br /&gt;¿Es mentira lo que digo?&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso solo fuiste&lt;br /&gt;una fantasía?&lt;br /&gt;¿Tu no exístes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O acaso&lt;br /&gt;¿mi llegada&lt;br /&gt;a alterado tu mundo?&lt;br /&gt;No creí ser tan poderosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me mires cabizbajo&lt;br /&gt;y respóndeme&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo quiero oír&lt;br /&gt;de tu boca salir&lt;br /&gt;un sí o un no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrévete y dime algo&lt;br /&gt;Yo nunca te mentí&lt;br /&gt;A caso ¿tu sí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo muchas preguntas&lt;br /&gt;pero no hayo respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Si fuiste capaz&lt;br /&gt;de hablarme de tí&lt;br /&gt;sin temor&lt;br /&gt;¿será que lo que sentías&lt;br /&gt;era amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué ahora no lo tienes?&lt;br /&gt;Acaso ahora ¿me temes?&lt;br /&gt;Si es así&lt;br /&gt;dime ¿porqué?&lt;br /&gt;y lo cambiaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dimelo&lt;br /&gt;hablándome&lt;br /&gt;con tu sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Y no me mires&lt;br /&gt;desde otro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablame con tu alma&lt;br /&gt;pues yo así lo hacía.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo necesito saber&lt;br /&gt;tan solo una pregunta&lt;br /&gt;¿no lo sentías?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaso lo nuestro&lt;br /&gt;¿eran castillos en el aire?&lt;br /&gt;Nuestras palabras&lt;br /&gt;¿quien se las llevó?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué te fuiste?&lt;br /&gt;Lo que va vuelve&lt;br /&gt;Porqué ¿tu no?&lt;br /&gt;¿no te atreves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo dime sí no&lt;br /&gt;dímelo con tu alma&lt;br /&gt;muéstramelo&lt;br /&gt;con un gesto&lt;br /&gt;pero no te quedes ausente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué te deslumbró de mí?&lt;br /&gt;Acaso ¿ya no brillo para tí?&lt;br /&gt;¿Te quedaste eclipsado&lt;br /&gt;y temiste no volver&lt;br /&gt;á brillar solo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Algo te dice que borres&lt;br /&gt;a ésta luz de tu vida?&lt;br /&gt;¿No crees que pueda ser&lt;br /&gt;la luz de tu túnel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo respóndeme&lt;br /&gt;con tu alma&lt;br /&gt;y dímelo con un gesto&lt;br /&gt;dime sí o no&lt;br /&gt;pero no estés callado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Háblame con tu sentir&lt;br /&gt;como yo lo hice&lt;br /&gt;¿nunca sentíste algo así?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 de diciembre de 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108844563551606789?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108844563551606789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108844563551606789' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108844563551606789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108844563551606789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/06/nunca-sentiste-algo-as.html' title='¿Nunca sentiste algo así?'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-108844438603983197</id><published>2004-06-28T19:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T19:39:46.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LEJOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de la Tierra&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de la luz&lt;br /&gt;Lejos del amor&lt;br /&gt;Lejos del calor humano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El pensamiento está vacío&lt;br /&gt;Cruzas pensando por el río&lt;br /&gt;Rodeado de miedo y frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de tu Tierra&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de tu Alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive añorando el pasado&lt;br /&gt;Vive paseando por el futuro&lt;br /&gt;Atraviesa un río de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Cruzando un mar de Esperanza&lt;br /&gt;En que un día encontrarás&lt;br /&gt;La auténtica libertad&lt;br /&gt;Tu vida vas crear&lt;br /&gt;Solito caminarás ya&lt;br /&gt;Procurando no vagar&lt;br /&gt;Por la Soledad&lt;br /&gt;A mandando en los demás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luchando por la Paz&lt;br /&gt;Tu opinión vale más&lt;br /&gt;Añorando tu hogar&lt;br /&gt;Deseando volver ya&lt;br /&gt;Llorando en el pasillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como cuando eras niño&lt;br /&gt;Temes el futuro&lt;br /&gt;Crees que vivir es duro&lt;br /&gt;Pero debes ser uno&lt;br /&gt;Tener pensamiento puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Añorando a los demás&lt;br /&gt;Enterate ya&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tu vida crearás&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en los demás&lt;br /&gt;Cuída de ti&lt;br /&gt;Crece ya&lt;br /&gt;El futuro no es tan mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 de octubre de 2.000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108844438603983197?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108844438603983197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108844438603983197' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108844438603983197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108844438603983197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/06/lejos.html' title='Lejos'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-108844394721991920</id><published>2004-06-28T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T19:32:27.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El sonido me parece tan lejano</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EL SONIDO ME PARECE TAN LEJANO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el sonido me parece&lt;br /&gt;tan lejano&lt;br /&gt;tan ausente&lt;br /&gt;tan vacío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que siento&lt;br /&gt;que mi mente&lt;br /&gt;viaja libre&lt;br /&gt;eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No oigo el ruído&lt;br /&gt;no siento el miedo&lt;br /&gt;no siento el mundo&lt;br /&gt;solo siento el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resonante volador&lt;br /&gt;sin ningún temor&lt;br /&gt;viajante&lt;br /&gt;deambulante&lt;br /&gt;como un ave&lt;br /&gt;de flor en flor&lt;br /&gt;avispado trovador&lt;br /&gt;de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento que es&lt;br /&gt;morador de sueños&lt;br /&gt;y plagada de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;voló libre por el viento&lt;br /&gt;mi mente y sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;que jamás olvidaré así&lt;br /&gt;que viví, sí&lt;br /&gt;pues feliz o no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos debemos seguir&lt;br /&gt;nuestro destino hasta el fin&lt;br /&gt;y jamás olvidaré&lt;br /&gt;de que viví sí&lt;br /&gt;o al menos pasé&lt;br /&gt;por aquí&lt;br /&gt;de puntillas danzantes&lt;br /&gt;o directa a la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca olvidaré&lt;br /&gt;que aquí yo&lt;br /&gt;sentí, crecí, soñé&lt;br /&gt;respiré, latí, lloré&lt;br /&gt;temí, estudié&lt;br /&gt;observé, aprendí&lt;br /&gt;enseñé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincera&lt;br /&gt;al menos viví&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 de julio de 2.002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108844394721991920?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108844394721991920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108844394721991920' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108844394721991920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108844394721991920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;alguna vez te lloré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdona&lt;br /&gt;por si alguna vez no te miré&lt;br /&gt;pero que sepas&lt;br /&gt;que yo siempre te recordaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 de septiembre de 2.002 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108836303215917557?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108836303215917557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108836303215917557' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108836303215917557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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oirme&lt;br /&gt;llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me atrajo&lt;br /&gt;a tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;la brisa&lt;br /&gt;de tus suspiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asómate&lt;br /&gt;sin miedo&lt;br /&gt;yo no miré&lt;br /&gt;nunca más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observo&lt;br /&gt;como me miras&lt;br /&gt;tras tu cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro y ruego&lt;br /&gt;por nunca verte llorar&lt;br /&gt;mas luego, ahora sí&lt;br /&gt;déjame acercarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerca, cerca, cerquita, cerca&lt;br /&gt;me acerco a tu puerta&lt;br /&gt;pero tengo miedo de llamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asómate de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;a tu ventanal&lt;br /&gt;que quiero perderme&lt;br /&gt;en tu mirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ariadna Squire&lt;br /&gt;16 de abril de 2.002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108834682523984896?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sk8e5YW-li8/SD8VmuvtjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIiQXGSy_CY/S220/xanete.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452932.post-108834592138591104</id><published>2004-06-27T15:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T02:50:27.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentación</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Después de una cierta experiencia como creadora de algunas webs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.geocities.com/vivacoldplay/inicio.html"&gt; Dedicada al grupo británico Coldplay &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.geocities.com/iztzeb/inicio.html"&gt; Personal con algunas poesías mías &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.geocities.com/cinerarianne/main.html"&gt; Sobre cine español, iberoamericano y europeo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.geocities.com/beztzi/index.html"&gt; Mi web de descargas &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de participar en foros, grupos y visitar weblogs, y cercana a cumplir los 18 años, he decidido crear mi primer weblog, en el que tengan reflejo aqui desde mis "manias", "inspiraciones" o cualquier noticia por este medio o los tradicionales que merezca mi comentario. &lt;br /&gt;Así todos podremos hablar con libertad de los temas que vayan surgiendo, a los que intentaremos dar una buena revisión, para ver si así conseguimos "arreglar el mundo" a nuestra manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si quieren saber mi opinión dada en otros foros visítenlos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iblnews.com/foros/"&gt; Iblnews &lt;/a&gt; (La papisa Juana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.coldplaying.com"&gt; Foro Coldplaying &lt;/a&gt; (ariadnasquire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452932-108834592138591104?l=net_generation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forum.coldplaying.com/images/avatars/127941869840f19116d1095.gif' title='Presentación'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/feeds/108834592138591104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7452932&amp;postID=108834592138591104' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108834592138591104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7452932/posts/default/108834592138591104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://net_generation.blogspot.com/2004/06/presentacin.html' title='Presentación'/><author><name>Ariadna Squire Damique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12281239929858586622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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