NIFOC

Don't understand what's going on
Woke up this morning,
All the hurt was gone
This is a new beginning
I'm back in the land of the living

Friday, August 27, 2004

AND I FEEL FINE...


Must be getting early, clock are running late.
I see you've got your list out,
Say your piece and get the fuck out.
Guess I only get the jist of it, but it's alright

I know the rent is in arrears,
The dog has not been fed in years
Oh well, anyway, sorry that you feel that way.
That's all there really is to it
It's always even worse than it appears, but it's alright
I will get by,
I will get by,
I will get by,
I will survive.

It's the end of the world as we know it...
And I'll love you until the end of the world

Hey... it's alright...
I will get by...
I will survive.




Thursday, August 26, 2004

DRINK WITH ME


Drink with me to days gone by
To the life that used to be

Here´s to pretty girls who went to our heads
Here´s to witty girls who went to our beds
Here´s to them and here´s to you

Drink with me to what could have been
To the happiness we could have had

Here's to pretty girls who broke our hearts
Here's to witty girls who broke our pockets
Here´s to them and here´s to you

Drink with me to what will never be
To the lips we'll never taste

Here's to pretty girls who made us sigh
Here's to witty girls who made us cry
Here's to them and here's to you

Drink with me to what we'll never say
To the love we'll never make

Here's to pretty girls who toyed with us
Here's to witty girls who dreamed with us
Here's to them...
Here's to us...

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW!

I can't believe that you actually do pray every night...

So what? I also masturbate every night and I don't see you saying anything about that...

Aww... all things considered, when it comes to you, praying is more interesting than masturbating... besides your fantasy life is quite boring because you always have the same fantasy with the same person...

Hey... nobody needs to know that
However, I'm obssessive... what did you expect?

That you are... does anyone know that you can get to play the same song 10 times in a row?

Nobody needs to know that...

Anyway... back to praying... I noticed that you always pray for the same things...

Yep.. I pray for my son... I want him to grow up healthy and happy... and I don't want anything to harm him... and I pray every night that he sleeps well and has nice dreams...

Does anyone know that you also say the same prayer for a couple of other people?

Nobody needs to know that...

And you also pray for the strength to walk away... to leave the people you love behind... to change your life... to get yourself out of the fine mess you've gotten yourself into...

I need all the help I can get...
But nobody needs to know that...

Does anyone know the real reason why you're still in Costa Rica?

Nobody needs to know that...



Tuesday, August 24, 2004

THE WARRIOR OF THE LIGHT


There is no such thing as impossible love. The warrior of light does not allow himself to be intimidated by silence, or by rejection. He knows that - behind the icy mask people wear - there is a heart of fire. That is why the warrior risks more than others. He tirelessly seeks a person's love - even if this means hearing, many times over, the word "no", returning home defeated, feeling rejected in body and soul. A warrior does not allow himself to be overwhelmed in his search for his needs. Without love, he is nothing.

The warrior of the light pays attention to small things, because they can get in the way. A thorn, however small, causes the traveler to interrupt his journey. A small and invisible cell can destroy a healthy organism. The memory of an instant of fear in the past, can often cause cowardice to return each morning. A fraction of a second is enough to lower the guard for the enemy's fatal blow. The warrior is attentive to small things. Sometimes he is hard on himself, but he prefers to act in this way. "The devil resides in small things," says an old proverb of the Tradition.

A warrior of the light always does something out of the ordinary. He may dance in the street as he walks to work. Or look into the eyes of a stranger and speak of love at first sight. From time to time, a warrior puts forward an idea which may sound ridiculous, but which he believes in. The warriors of the light allow themselves such days. He is not afraid to weep over old grievances, or to marvel at new discoveries. When he feels the time is right, he leaves everything behind and goes after the dream he has longed for. When he understands that he is at the limits of his resistance, he withdraws from the combat, without blaming himself for having committed one or two unexpected reckless acts. A warrior does not spend his days trying to act out the part that others have chosen for him.

A warrior of the light notices that certain moments repeat themselves. He often finds himself faced with the same problems and situations as before. He becomes depressed. He begins to think he is incapable of making progress in life, the difficult moments having returned. "I've already been through this", he complains to his heart. "It is true, you have been through it", replies the heart. "But you never went beyond it." The warrior then understands that the repetition of experiences have one single purpose: to teach him that he has not yet learned. He begins to seek out a new solution for each repeated struggle - until he finds a way of conquering.

The warrior - inadvertently - takes a wrong step and falls into the abyss. Ghosts startle him, loneliness torments him. As always he sought the Good Fight, and didn't think this would happen to him. But it did. Surrounded by darkness, he communicates with his master. "Master, I have fallen into the abyss," he says. "The waters are deep and dark." "Remember one thing," replies the master. "That it is not the fall which drowns, but the length of time underwater." And this causes the warrior to use all his strength to get out of the situation in which he finds himself.

A warrior of the light never forgets that good men do not complain. Injustices take place. We all go through situations we do not deserve - generally when we cannot defend ourselves. At such times, the warrior remains silent. He does not waste energy on words, for they can do nothing; it is better to use the strength to resist, be patient, and know that Someone is watching. Someone who has faced unjust suffering, and who does not accept it. This Someone gives the warrior that which he needs the most: time. Sooner or later, everything will work in his favor once again. A warrior of the light is wise; He doesn't comment on his defeats.

Monday, August 23, 2004

IF

If I never hugged you again
If I never kissed you again
If I never told you that I love you again
If I never held your hand again
If I never touched you again
If I never called you "my love" again
If I never wrote you a love poem again
If I never lifted up your skirt again
If I never dreamed about you again
If I never took your picture again
If I never mentioned you in one of my blogs again
We both know you wouldn't miss it...
but I do

Sunday, August 22, 2004

AT THE END OF THE DAY

All that we can do is just survive... All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive
I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed... A wound that will not heal ... A heart that cannot feel
Hoping that the horror will recede.... Hoping that tomorrow we’ll all be freed

Time is my greatest enemy...
Sometimes I wish I could rope it in, tie it in, and hold it back from moving on...
It seems that I waste a lot of time waiting everyday... I begin the day waiting...

Waiting for seconds to become minutes and for minutes to become hours...
Then, I spend my day waiting... for the phone calls that never come in...
for the e-mail that never arrive... for the world that never turns...
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate...
Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear?
Days and weeks and months go by...

Don’t feel the hunger... Too weak to cry

One of my favorite authors once talked about
The time we waste staring at the floor when we could be saying "I love you"...

Everyday I drive home... angered at myself... disgusted with myself...
Thinking about all the time I wasted on chimaeras... losing battles before they even started...
All the hugs I wanted to give, but didn't... all the asses I wanted to grab, but didn't...
All the things I wanted to say, but didn't... all the things I wanted to do, but didn't...
All the battles I could have fought, but didn't... all the kisses I should have given, but didn't...
All I the "I love you's" I should have said, but didn't... all the time I wasted staring at the floor...

At the end of the day you're another day older... and that's all you can say for the life of the poor
It's a struggle, it's a war... and there's nothing that anyone's giving
One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be living.

At the end of the day you're another day colder...
At the end of the day you're just a little bit balder...
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing..
At the end of the day it's another day over.

At the end of the day,
You're mine and mine alone for about an hour or an hour an half...
You know everything there is to know about me...
At the end of the day,
I tell you about my problems, my hopes and my fears...
You know all about my money worries, my mental breakdowns,
My love songs, my dreams, my plans and my aspirations....
At the end of the day,
You know just what to do...
'Cause in my darkest hour... in my moment of greatest desperation...
You hold my hand... you smile... you laugh...
And that beautiful gleam in your eye let's me know every little thing's gonna be alright...
At the end of the day,
I watch you sleep placidly in my arms...
And for a moment, the end of the day is the best part of the day...
Out on the ocean sailing away...
I can hardly wait to see you come of age...
But I guess we’ll both just have to be patient’ cause it’s a long way to go
Before you cross the street... Take my hand
Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans
My beautiful, beautiful boy...

This blog was based and / or inspired on songs by Rush, Joaquin Sabina, Triumph, John Lennon and from "Les Miserables"