Lo que se interpreta por convenciones sociales como locura es la desviación de la norma, por culpa de un desequilibrio mental, por el cual un hombre o una mujer padece de delirios enfermizos, impropios del funcionamiento normal de la razón, que se identifican por la realización de actos extraños

~ Loca? Yo? Pfffff ~

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lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009

I scraped my knees while I was praying
and found a demon in my safest haven
seems like its getting harder to believe in anything
and just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts
I wanna know what it’d be like
to find perfection in my pride
to see nothing in the light but turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite i’ll turn it off

viernes, 9 de octubre de 2009

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd
Little deaths in musical beds
So it seems I'm someone I've never met
You will only hear these elegant crimes
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth
When everybody gets there, everybody gets their
And everybody gets their way
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her
Now I'm the only one to blame.

Things have changed for me, and that's okay

I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say

Things have changed for me, and that's okay
I want to go where everyone goes
I want to know what everyone knows
I want to go where everyone feels the same
I never said I'd leave the city
I never said I'd leave this town
A falling out we won't tiptoe about.
Las cosas se están dando muy raras
Pequeñas muertes en camas musicales
Así que parece que soy alguien a quien nunca conocí
Tú sólo oirás estos crímenes elegantes
Caídos en tus oídos por monedas criminales
Derraman desaparecidos desde una linda boca
Cuando todos llegan ahí, todos llegan ahí y todos llegan a su camino
Nunca dije que la extrañaba cuando todos la besaban
Ahora soy al único a quien culpar


Las cosas han cambiado para mí
Y está bien
Siento lo mismo
Voy en camino
Y digo…
Las cosas han cambiado para mí
Y está bien
Quiero ir donde todos van
Quiero saber lo que todos saben
Quiero ir donde todos sientan lo mismo
Nunca dije que dejaría esta ciudad
Nunca dije que dejaría este pueblo
Una caída a la que no vamos a llegar

jueves, 8 de octubre de 2009


Back to the street where we began, Feeling as good as lovers can, you know, Now we're feeling so good. Picking up things we shouldn't read, Looks like the end of history as we know, It's just the end of the world.
Back to the street where we began
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Feeling as good as love, you could, you can. Into a place, where thoughts can bloom, Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon , And we know that it could be, And we know that it should, And you know that you feel it too, 'Cause it's nine in the afternoon. And your eyes are the size of the moon, You could 'cause you can so you do, We're feeling so good, Just the way that we do When it's nine in the afternoon