24 de març de 2010


I want to breath your "I love you"s and see the mark of my body on your skin when I get up.
I want to find a red rose on the smell of your pillow when you leave home.
I want to bathe with you in the sea, laughing and dancing with the waves.
I want we to make our own love rainbow from wherever we are, to live in our wonderland's castle... where you can always find me.
I want to walk our way together, not that you accompany me in mine.

And after all we've been through you're still all I've got, and although I can't live with you, without you I give up. I've told you I love you 'cause I don't have anything more to give. I hope it's enough for you. And if you want my heart, look under your pillow, I left it there. I'll be waiting at the other side of the street until you decide to cross it.

9 de març de 2010

Lost in Odysseus sea

Today ends this white long weekend, and now it lasts a few exams (such as English, History and Greek) and we'll be on holiday again! Everybody has done photos with snow, and I suppose you'll see them on the blog soon (I've added mine at the pictures on the right).
For finish the term I'd like to post another scene from a film. I'm really looking forward the movie "Alice in wonderland" by Tim Burton, but it isn't at cinemas in Spain yet. I think it won't be shown here until April 16th. I'll write something about it then. But now here it is a part of the last scene from the film "When Harry met Sally" (although I haven't seen the film yet, just some parts). I really love it because it's so romantic and sweet. I hope you like it :)

"I love that you get cold when it's seventy-one degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're lookin' at me like i'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely. And it's not because it's new year's eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Music in our veins

Today I was listening to the old playlist I had in Spotify (Sad songs, I miss you) and I remembered of these songs. They brought me a lot of memories. It's amazing how we assign the music to times and experiences of our life. You can listen to one song and think about the summer, your birthday party or even a friend. There's music in the soundtracks, the advices on TV, in the shops, even to announce over the PA. Our life is a stave, we compose the lyrics and behind us it sounds music that makes all more beautiful (and sometimes complicated).
The first one it's a little bit sad, I hardly started to cry, but the second one I think it gives you strenght to carry on and keep fighting for what you want, without worrying of what people think of you.

A day to be alone - One less reason

The middle- Jimmy eat world

6 de març de 2010


She was still too young to think about all the consequences of her acts, to see everything in any way exept a fairytale. She used to dream she was like a princess and the world was at her feet.
Coming back from school she always found his arms around her waist and thought it was the most beautiful thing. At home he pampered her and told her she had everything a boy could want in a girl. They where in their own bubble.
She still though they had the world record of loving each other, and this would last forever. She was happy just smelling the remnants of his perfume floating on her clothes.
At night, when they looked up in the sky they said it was like a mirror, and those bightly lights were all the people who where also looking at there. Then they sought the one which shone the most, and they assigned it to themselves. This is what they were. A star that is always there even if you can't see it, and it's still shinning even if the clouds hide it.
But, when time passes, something else gets in the way. Does Cupido's arrow fade away? And it grows poison from the spines of his roses, and the valance that his voice shapes with the wind when they come out from his mouth don't feel sweet and smooth, but sharp and pointed.
Then, on the edge of the cliff, she asked him to go back to the beggining with a "Please, turn me on again". But they fell...