It's like Shakira, but she has not left the good way >:)


How about getting off of these antibiotics
how about stopping eating when i'm filled up
how about them transparent dangling carrots
how about that ever elusive kudo
Thank you india
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence
How about me not blaming you for everything
how about me enjoying the moment for once
how about how good it feels to finally forgive you
how about grieving it all one at a time
Thank you india
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence
The moment i let go of it was
the moment i got more than i could handle
the moment i jumped off of it was
the moment i touched down
How about no longer being masochistic
how about remembering your divinity
how about unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how about not equating death with stopping
Thank you india
thank you providence
thank you disillusionment
thank you nothingness
thank you clarity
thank you thank you silence
Yeah yeah
ahh ohhh
ahhh ho oh
ahhh ho ohhhhhh
yeaahhhh yeahh

The Fountainhead

An uncompromising, visionary architect struggles to maintain his integrity and individualism despite personal, professional and economic pressures to conform to popular standards.

By King Vidor, with Gary Cooper and Patricia Neal. 

Have been / such as...

O, what a pretty song of Morrisey!

You have never been in love until
you've seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love,
until you've seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind

We are the pretty, petty thieves
And you're standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time,
the first of the gang to die, Oh my
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time,
the first of the gang to die, Oh my

You have never been in love,
until you've seen the sunlight thrown,
over smashed human bone

We are the pretty, petty thieves,
and you're standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time,
the first of the gang to die, such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
And the bullet in his gullet
and the first lost lad to go under the sod

And he stole from the rich and the poor
and not very rich and the very poor
And he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away, He stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away, He stole our hearts away.

In the beginning...

We launch this blog. To do this, because I have nothing to say, I think that is best let to talk England.

So I invite you to watch this subtitled documentary about a group of young british.


See you soon.