les dejo un video de una cancion que para mi es muy importante ya que bueno asi siempre pasa.
No-one is there
Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows
Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentences ...
No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say ...
So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ... listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, no, no ...- not one living soul and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness I lie all alone by myself, sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.
But there is no-one,
and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...
I am the mistress of loneliness,my court is deserted but I do not care.
The presence of people is ugly and cold and something I can neither watch nor bear.
So, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone, listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...
- but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, I don't speak anymore and what should I say, since no- one is there and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE
No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say ...
So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ... listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, no, no ...- not one living soul and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness I lie all alone by myself, sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.
But there is no-one,
and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...
I am the mistress of loneliness,my court is deserted but I do not care.
The presence of people is ugly and cold and something I can neither watch nor bear.
So, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone, listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...
- but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, I don't speak anymore and what should I say, since no- one is there and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE
MAÑANA A LAS 9 PM DARÉ DE BAJA EL BLOG. GRACIAS X SU APOYO.
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lo cerrare o no? todo depende de que pase. pero yo creo que si.
2 comentarios:
mta cock a mi si me latían tus anécdotas...
pero si esa es tu decisión se respetara ,y hay que seguir adelante...!!!
Primero nos envicias y después nos quitas la droga, acaso es una conspiración para que compremos tus relatos en alguna revista underground?? jajaja soy paranoico y que!! ñ_ñ
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