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Une saison en enfer
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San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina. Someone called me the jellyfish of sand. maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie. I shudder to feel. Eyesight to the blind. Délires. and unbroken frequencies. Bebe - Cuidándote. Jaime Sin Tierra - Ruta a 80. Hollies - The Air That I Breathe. Porcupine Tree - Lips Of Ashes. A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover. The Last Shadow Puppets - My mistakes were made fo. New Found Glory - Head on collision. Björk - Gloomy sunday. Silversun Pickups - Lazy eye.
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Une saison en enfer
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San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina. Someone called me the jellyfish of sand. maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie. I shudder to feel. Eyesight to the blind. Délires. and unbroken frequencies. Bebe - Cuidándote. Jaime Sin Tierra - Ruta a 80. Hollies - The Air That I Breathe. Porcupine Tree - Lips Of Ashes. A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover. The Last Shadow Puppets - My mistakes were made fo. New Found Glory - Head on collision. Björk - Gloomy sunday. Silversun Pickups - Lazy eye.
vylia.blogspot.com
Une saison en enfer
http://vylia.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html
San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina. Someone called me the jellyfish of sand. maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie. I shudder to feel. Eyesight to the blind. Délires. and unbroken frequencies. Bebe - Cuidándote. Jaime Sin Tierra - Ruta a 80. Hollies - The Air That I Breathe. Porcupine Tree - Lips Of Ashes. A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover. The Last Shadow Puppets - My mistakes were made fo. New Found Glory - Head on collision. Björk - Gloomy sunday. Silversun Pickups - Lazy eye.
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MLIKSDASRA: May 2012
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Wednesday, May 02, 2012. Estrenando libro. Aquí se los presento:. Florence The Machine - No light, no light). No light, no light. You are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed. You are the silence in between, what I thought and what I said. You are the nighttime fear, you are the morning when it's clear. When it's over, you're the start, you're my head and you're my heart. No light, no light in your bright blue eyes. I never knew daylight could be so violent. A revelation in the light of day.
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MLIKSDASRA: No light, no light
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Wednesday, May 02, 2012. No light, no light. You are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed. You are the silence in between, what I thought and what I said. You are the nighttime fear, you are the morning when it's clear. When it's over, you're the start, you're my head and you're my heart. No light, no light in your bright blue eyes. I never knew daylight could be so violent. A revelation in the light of day. You can't choose what stays and what fades away. And I'd do anything to make you stay.
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MLIKSDASRA: May 2013
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Saturday, May 04, 2013. 191;Lo habrías hecho de otra forma? 191;Habrías sido capaz de cambiar el tono y engañar a las manecillas del ridículo reloj que querías llevar puesto? Ginger by Hooverphonic on Grooveshark. All the things you said to me last night. They closed my eyes. Instead of opening my mind. Maybe talking less and doing more. Will bring us back. To where we lived before. As ginger, sweet and spicy we are both. Unable to balm, unable to choke. And even when our energy is low. We can go back.
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MLIKSDASRA: January 2011
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Thursday, January 27, 2011. No es mi labor juzgar. El miedo consumido, la presencia del mal. En medio de todo, la luz. Una mano aferrándose a Ti. El triunfo de aquel que cree ser poderoso,. Quien sólo es fuerte portando un arma. Ha quedado con hambre de temor, estoy segura. No hubo suficiente para alimentarlo. La ruptura de dos vidas,. El rompimiento de muchas otras, incontables. Se desvanecía en la noche el disparador certero,. Se despedía de sus víctimas,. Y no miraba atrás. No es mi labor juzgar.
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I shudder to feel
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I shudder to feel. Since I was a child, I was scared to feel. I love the music and its tragedy, the lyrics and their history. This time I have to believe. San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina. Someone called me the jellyfish of sand. maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie. Une saison en enfer. Eyesight to the blind. Délires. and unbroken frequencies. Before the devil knows youre dead (2007). Don Juan DeMarco (1995). La tourneuse de pages (2006). Say hello to the angels. Cómo podrí...
