OMFG

I'll just say it:

I

FUCKING

WORSHIP

J.S. SOMOZA

Shallot

She's looked up with a spinning wheel
She can't recall what it was like to feel 
She says "This room is gonna be my grave
and there is no one who can save me"
She sits down to her coloured thread
She knows lovers wakening up in their beds
She says "How long can I live this way?
Is there someone I can pay to let me go?
'Cause I'm half sick of shadows
I want to see the sky
Everyoner else can watch the sun goes down
So why can't I?

And it's raining
And the stars are falling from the sky
And the wind
And the wind I know it's cold
I've been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And it's here
And it's here for I've been told
That I'll die before I'm old
And the wind I know it's cold"

She looks up to the mirrored glass
She sees a handsome horse and rider pass
She says "that's man gonna be my death
'Cause he is all I ever wanted in my life
And I know he doesn't know my name
And that all the girls are all the same to him
But still I've got to get out of this place
'Cause I don't think I can face another night
Where I'm half sick of shadows
And I can't see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the tide comes in
So why can't I?

But there's willow trees
And little breezes, waves, and walls, and flowers
And there's moonlight every single night
As I'm looked in these towers
So I'll meet my death
But with my last breath I'll sing to him I love
and he'll see my face in another place"
And with that the glass above her

Cracked into a million bits
And she cried out "So the story fits
But then I could have guessed it all along
'Cause now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me"
She went down to her little boat
And she broke the chains and began to float away
And as the blood froze in her veins she said
"Well then that explains a thing or two
'Cause I know I'm the cursed one
I know I'm meant to die
Everyone else can watch as their dreams untie
So why can't I ?

...

Sometimes I just want to break into pieces the fucking mirror and break free, though it meant dying.

My, my...

OMG, I'm so fucking tired.

Half of the world is tired because of hang over or some sort of thing like that, but, ladies and gentlemen, I'm tired because we were visiting museums until 1 a.m.. I'm so nerd I could die.

It has been pretty exciting. Though I have to admit that MACBA hasn't exactly thrilled me, it's been interesting at least. I loved the botanical garden, though it was dark (it was nearly 1 a.m. when we went in), there were candles in the floor so that you could follow the path. We also saw the magic fountain of Montjuïc, and, oh.my.god, that was beautiful, seriously, and we were lucky enough to arrive just in time and there was a display with new age music, and all those colours in the fountain... Breathtaking.

We walked like hell for hours, and in the end I couldn't feel my feet and I was so thirsty I could have drank all their blood, buuuut, god, I've had such a good time...

♪: antología - shakira

*sigh*

It's been ages since I last listened to her. I don't know why. There are too many memories. And still I love her lyrics, her voice... Everything.

No creo que el mar algún día pierda el sabor a sal

No creo en mí todavía

No creo en el azar

Sólo creo en tu sonrisa azul, en tu mirada de cristal...

♪: no creo - shakira

For whom the bell tolls

This makes me want to believe in heaven

in angels for mothers

and hunchbacks

and wolves.

Please, let me believe

that she's happy

and safe

and warm

and smiling

eating apples

and the last piece of cake...

Until today it hasn't had such meaning to me...

...

I just want to run away. 

I feel so fucking lonely at this moment.

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

Sometimes you just need a hit to start realizing what you have to do, what you have to fight for and that you have to struggle.

Because you're all struggling, each one of you in a very different way. And here I am, selfishly doing nothing, spending the time doing anything but what I'm here for.

But now I know that I can't be like this anymore. 

You're fighting for your mother.

You're fighting for yourself.

I'll fight for you both.

Books <3

I feel like spending the whole weekend reading, writing, listening to Enya and burning incense. Just like that. I wish I could do it and forget about the faculty, my homework and everything else but my books, a nice cup of tea and the holy smell of amber.

♪:  the first of autumn - enya

Damn Amanda Palmer...

Why did I have to realize how amazing is her solo debut at midnight? Now I'm so fucking moved that I can't sleep.

I don't know if it's me, that I'm so strange lately; the music, the moment; or whatever. But my God, I've been watching her videos since midnight and I can't stop, I identify myself with them, with the lyrics and I don't actually know why. I just feel that all my feelings have been put in some lyrics and videos. Some of them even make me be close to tears. Astronaut make me want to scream. My...

Is it enough to have some love?

Small enough to slip inside a book

Small enough to cover with your hand

Because everyone around you wants to look

Is it enough to have some love?

Small enough to fit inside the cracks

The pieces don't fit together so good

For all the breaking and all the gluing back

And I'm still not getting what I want

I want to touch the back of your irght arm

And I wish you could remind me who I was

Because each day I'm further off...

♪:  astronaut - amanda palmer  

Asdasdasdasdasdasdasdasdasdasdasdasdasdasd

This is going to be an awful day. I can foresee it.

EDIT: as far, it has been. But now I'm having a great coffee and wishing I will learn Japanese vocabulary for tomorrow so I won't spend the fucking evening reading the words once and again. 

My cup of coffee fell over the table, pouring all my bloody coffee and most of it ended up under the microwave. I had to clean all of it and there was no more coffee left for another cup so I went kind of sonambulist to Translation. The bus decided to arrive at the bus stop at the time when I had to be sitting in class. I arrived there and I received my translation. Five point five. And Marie tells me he'd said that he'd been "benevolent with everyone" even though I haven't found no one over six. Appart from that bitch that pissed us off all the time asking for help "because she didn't know how to speak Spanish correctly". And guess what? She got an eight.

Anyway, then I only had one hour of English. I spent all the break talking with Marie about the filth in this world and watching life drift by.

At least I was able to go shopping, cook a more or less nice meal and eat in a couple of hours. So I've been sleeping until half past four.

I've run out of coffee. This means I have to start studying.

RE-EDIT:

Guess who has just ironed his own finger 8D. MYBLOODYNORAITHURTSSOBAD

♪: concerto for 2 violoncellos in G minor - vivaldi.

Sometimes, sickly-sweet songs, Vivaldi and my imagination are not enough...

♪: iris - goo goo dolls

*sigh*

Today I've attended to my first baroque music concert. And I actually got excited, there were some parts that I felt like in EA's concert. I mean, the music really moved me so bad, and there was a movement that nearly made me cry.

It's been so exciting.

The past is so familiar
But that's why you couldn't stay
Too many ghosts, too many haunted dreams
Beside you were built to find your own way...

But after all these years, I
thought we'd still hold on
But when I reach for you and search your eyes
I see you've already gone...

That's OK
I'll be fine
I've got myself, I'll heal in time
But when you leave just remember what we had...
There's more to life than just you
I may cry but I'll make it through
And I know that the sun will shine again
Though I may think of you now and then...

Can't do a thing with ashes
But throw them to the wind...
Though this heart may be in pieces now
You know I'll build it up again and
I'll come back stronger than I ever did before
Just don't turn around when you
walk out that door...

That's OK
I'll be fine
I've got myself, I'll heal in time
But when you leave just remember what we had...
There's more to life than just you
I may cry but I'll make it through
And I know that the sun will shine again
Though I may think of you now and then...

That's OK
I'll be fine
I've got myself, I'll heal in time
And even though our story's at the end
I still may think of you now and then...