<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:18:18.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For The Record</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-268898238666310354</id><published>2009-12-16T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:45:06.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest part of letting go...sealed with a kiss.</title><content type='html'>No hay nada más que decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of letting go...sealed with a kiss- Megadeath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your such a pretty face, radiant.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you across the room, I knew I had to have you.&lt;br /&gt;I started the chase.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would do anything to take your hand and make you mine.&lt;br /&gt;But I learnt long ago that if you love someone.&lt;br /&gt;You have to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of letting go is saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You severed away and it makes him sad.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the venomous moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;Why unleash my plan to watch you fail.&lt;br /&gt;And why I'm so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep my love.&lt;br /&gt;And taste my sweet revenge upon your lips.&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to the masquerade bomb.&lt;br /&gt;I kneel the most if you're weeping.&lt;br /&gt;Stone by stone and you order the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Forever left you say cheaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep my love.&lt;br /&gt;And taste my sweet revenge upon your lips.&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've learnt long ago.&lt;br /&gt;That if you love someone you have to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;The hardes part of letting go is saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, let it go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798637497259111003-268898238666310354?l=justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/feeds/268898238666310354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/12/hardest-part-of-letting-gosealed-with.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/268898238666310354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/268898238666310354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/12/hardest-part-of-letting-gosealed-with.html' title='The hardest part of letting go...sealed with a kiss.'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-5916354323351939445</id><published>2009-11-08T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:34:51.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crónica de una muerte anunciada</title><content type='html'>Ya sabía el día y hora en que este sueño acabaría y con él mi esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;Todo estaba listo para el gran final, tú te encargaste muy bien de hacer que no lo olvidara.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que supe el día y la hora, no hice más que disfrutar cada segundo a tu lado, de ir muriendo poco a poco entre tus brazos.&lt;br /&gt;La última noche no pude dormir, sabiendo que se acercaba el final, sabiendo que era mi última noche a tu lado, sabiendo que te irias...&lt;br /&gt;Esto tuvo un final desde el principio, y quizá nunca debió haber sido, porque ahora no puedo sacarte de mi mente, de mi cuerpo, de mi alma...¿y tú?, tú...tú estás perfectamente bien sin mi.&lt;br /&gt;Aún recuerdo lo doloroso de los últimos minutos a tu lado, el último beso, el último abrazo, las últimas palabras, las últimas miradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuérdate de Acapulco, de aquellas noches María bonita, María del Alma.&lt;br /&gt;Te dije muchas palabras de esas bonitas con que se arrullan los corazones, pidiendo que me quisieras, que convirtieras en realidades mis ilusiones.&lt;br /&gt;Amores, habrás tenido muchos amores, Maria bonita; María del alma, pero ninguno tan bueno ni tan honrado como el que hiciste que en mi brotara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798637497259111003-5916354323351939445?l=justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/feeds/5916354323351939445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/11/cronica-de-una-muerte-anunciada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/5916354323351939445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/5916354323351939445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/11/cronica-de-una-muerte-anunciada.html' title='Crónica de una muerte anunciada'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-6217945286720470955</id><published>2009-11-03T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:28:44.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Here, Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Si algún día lees esto, quiero que sepas que fuiste en mi vida más que algo pasajero.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que te des la oportunidad de tener en tu vida a alguien que te valore y te ame de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Te agradezco por todos los momentos de felicidad que me diste, siempre tendrás un lugar muy especial en mi corazón y en mi memoria.&lt;br /&gt;Vales mucho y tienes mucho que dar, por eso creo que mereces mucho más de lo que tienes.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta siempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Street of Dreams"- Guns N' Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't save you&lt;br /&gt;All the innocence inside&lt;br /&gt;You know I tried so hard to make you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to make you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts too much to see you&lt;br /&gt;And how you left yourself behind&lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't want to be you&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a hell I can't describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wander through my days&lt;br /&gt;And try to find my ways&lt;br /&gt;To the feelings that I felt&lt;br /&gt;I saved for you and no one else&lt;br /&gt;And though as long as this road seems&lt;br /&gt;I know it's called the street of dreams&lt;br /&gt;But that's not stardust on my feet&lt;br /&gt;It leaves a taste that's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;That's called the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know just what I should do&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I see you&lt;br /&gt;Though it's what you planned&lt;br /&gt;This much is true&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Don't live inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know just what I should do&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I see you&lt;br /&gt;Though it's what you planned&lt;br /&gt;This much is true&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Don't live inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means to me&lt;br /&gt;Is more than I know you believe&lt;br /&gt;What I thought of you now&lt;br /&gt;Has I thought that was true before&lt;br /&gt;Were lies I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was beautiful is only memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;What'd I tell you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;That's&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Inside of you&lt;div 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Waiting...'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-7228251333798640556</id><published>2009-10-26T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:08:49.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promesas</title><content type='html'>Últimamente me he dado cuenta de lo fácil que es para todos soltar un "te quiero" al vapor, sin darse cuenta en realidad de lo que están diciendo y lo que están causando en  la persona a quien se lo están diciendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un simple y llano "te quiero" puede significar el mundo entero para quien escucha, pero para quien lo dice no es nada, son sólo palabras comunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca hagas promesas que no puedas cumplir, no asegures estar siempre al lado de alguien, amarlo o ya de perdida quererlo para siempre, no asegures que jamás lo abandonarás, que nunca mentirás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deberiamos tomar más en serio a las demás PERSONAS, a nuestros seres "queridos", y tomarnos más en serio a nosotros mismos... ¿qué siento en realidad cuando le digo a alguien "te quiero"?, ¿qué sientes en realidad cuando me dices "te quiero"?, ¿acaso sientes algo si quiera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La peor mentira que le puedes decir a alguien es un "te quiero" de dientes para fuera, sólo por decirlo, por llenar un silencio, por hacer sentir "bien" a la otra persona, porque estás eufórico en ese momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazte un favor y hazme un favor, no mientas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for me is so unreal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Promesas'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-5733413959681452398</id><published>2009-10-08T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:31:36.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black</title><content type='html'>Ahhh el amor, el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese sentimiento que nos puede hacer volar a lugares inóspitos, nos hace sentir en el cielo y un segundo despues 6 metros bajo tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pensar en otro sentimiento tan fuerte como el amor, un segundo todo es felicidad, tranquilidad, armonia, pasión y un segundo despues todo es decepción, tristeza, odio, recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno realmente nunca está preparado para dejar ir a quien amamos, por más que no nos convenga o que no querramos convencernos de eso, por eso duele tener que hacerlo; ya sea por el bien de uno mismo o a veces por el bien del otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El desamor...enfrentar la pérdida de ese amor tan increible, tan lleno de vida...Esta canción, que creo sin duda es  bastante fuerte y no apta para escucharse después de un golpe al corazón habla de eso; de como todo puede cambiar en un segundo, de la pérdida. La última frase de la canción lo dice todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La canción perfecta del soundtrack de mi vida, justo en la escena actual de esta trágica pelicula... ¿Porque no puedes ser una estrella en mi cielo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Black"-Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay&lt;br /&gt;Her legs spread out before me as her body once did&lt;br /&gt;All five horizons revolved around her soul&lt;br /&gt;As the earth to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and all I taught her was everything&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by some kids at play&lt;br /&gt;I can feel their laughter, so why do I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning&lt;br /&gt;How quick the sun can, drop away&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;All the love gone bad turned my world to black&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star&lt;br /&gt;In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why&lt;br /&gt;Can't it be, can't it be mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798637497259111003-5733413959681452398?l=justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/feeds/5733413959681452398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/10/black.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/5733413959681452398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/5733413959681452398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/10/black.html' title='Black'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-4946749047954635122</id><published>2009-10-06T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:28:33.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que tus ojos no ven</title><content type='html'>¿Porqué seguir en una relación donde no te valoran, donde no te respetan y sobre todo donde no te aman?&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué no abrir los ojos ante la realidad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy aquí y quisiera que me vieras por completo, no sólo a medias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Am Yours"-The Adicts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me if you can&lt;br /&gt;When I come your way&lt;br /&gt;Catch me if you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling like the rain&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I see you&lt;br /&gt;But you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;Every way I love you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I would never ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you want me&lt;br /&gt;I am yours whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;All I do is dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the night&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever hold you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I would never ever let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798637497259111003-4946749047954635122?l=justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/feeds/4946749047954635122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-que-tus-ojos-no-ven.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/4946749047954635122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/4946749047954635122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-que-tus-ojos-no-ven.html' title='Lo que tus ojos no ven'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-742348520237931587</id><published>2009-10-01T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:04:19.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reply</title><content type='html'>Esta canción pertenece a la serie de Anime Cowboy Bebop y habla acerca de cómo no siempre nuestros sentimientos son correspondidos por la persona a quien amamos, cómo el ser honestos trae sus consecuencias y sobre todo habla del agradecimiento...aunque no haya respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta entrada esta dedicada a mi gran amigo César...pronto estará todo bien amigo...Te quiero mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the perfect ending&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Till everything I've ruined has seen me gone&lt;br /&gt;In time, I pray you'll forgive&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the man I am&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall like the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;Like some broken rhyme&lt;br /&gt;At feet no longer there&lt;br /&gt;If only I could call the rain to melt and wash away the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;You gave yourself to me and showed me what the truth could be&lt;br /&gt;For that, I say thank you&lt;br /&gt;This was my life&lt;br /&gt;It never made much sense to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every lie that I lived&lt;br /&gt;Part of me would fade&lt;br /&gt;Into this empty shadow I've become&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel so numb&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know myself&lt;br /&gt;But I still know you&lt;br /&gt;I call&lt;br /&gt;And there is no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some phantom cry&lt;br /&gt;On ears too far away&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I see is you&lt;br /&gt;For all the times you walked the line for me and standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;I say thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies my life&lt;br /&gt;It never felt that real to me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;And there's no reply&lt;br /&gt;And there's no reply&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how much you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;And there's no reply&lt;br /&gt;And there's no reply&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how much you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;If only I could call the rain to melt and wash away the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;You gave yourself to me and showed me what the truth could be&lt;br /&gt;For that, I say thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my life&lt;br /&gt;It never made much sense to me...&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I see is you&lt;br /&gt;For all the times you walked the line for me and standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;I say thank you&lt;br /&gt;You in my life&lt;br /&gt;It all meant so much more to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798637497259111003-742348520237931587?l=justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/feeds/742348520237931587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-reply.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/742348520237931587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/742348520237931587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-reply.html' title='No Reply'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-9200765053297070473</id><published>2009-09-28T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:19:11.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostitute</title><content type='html'>Bueno, esta canción de Guns N' Roses me gusta muchisimo. Tantos años de espera por el Chinese Democracy definitivamente valieron cada una de las canciones que componen este álbum. Unas destacan más de otras; ya sea por la lírica, la música, los arreglos, o el conjunto de todos estos aspectos, pero un álbum brillante en su totalidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En particular quiero publicar esta canción porque la letra expresa cómo podemos llegar a prostituir nuestros sentimientos por el bienestar de alguien más, una parte menciona el perdonar lo que tenemos por lo que podemos perder, las advertencias que hacemos a la gente y al final terminan siendo la perdición del otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por que siempre prostituyo mis sentimientos y mi bienestar por el de los demás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prostitute"&lt;br /&gt;Seems like forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;If my intentions are misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Please be kind I've done all I should&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask of you what I would not do&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw the damage in you&lt;br /&gt;My fortunate one&lt;br /&gt;The envy of youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would they&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to please those&lt;br /&gt;That laugh in my face?&lt;br /&gt;When all of the reasons&lt;br /&gt;They've taught us&lt;br /&gt;Fall over themselves&lt;br /&gt;To give way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question&lt;br /&gt;Whether my heart is true&lt;br /&gt;StreamlinedI had to pull through&lt;br /&gt;Look for a new Beginning on you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got a message for you&lt;br /&gt;Up and away&lt;br /&gt;It's what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Forgive what you have&lt;br /&gt;For what you might loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that I'm to blame?&lt;br /&gt;And what would you do&lt;br /&gt;If I had to deny your name?&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go if I told you I love you&lt;br /&gt;And then walked away?&lt;br /&gt;N' who should I turn to If not for the ones&lt;br /&gt;You could not save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you when I found you&lt;br /&gt;If there were doubts you&lt;br /&gt;Should be careful and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Now they surround you&lt;br /&gt;And all that amounts to&lt;br /&gt;Is love that you fed by&lt;br /&gt;Perversion and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if my affections&lt;br /&gt;Are misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;And you decide I'm up to no good&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me to&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy them&lt;br /&gt;Just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;Why I would choose&lt;br /&gt;To Prostitute myself&lt;br /&gt;To live with fortune and shame? Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;When you should&lt;br /&gt;Have turned to the hearts&lt;br /&gt;Of the ones&lt;br /&gt;That you would not save&lt;br /&gt;I told you When I found youAll that it amounts to Is love that you fed by Perversion and pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798637497259111003-9200765053297070473?l=justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/feeds/9200765053297070473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/09/prostitute.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/9200765053297070473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/9200765053297070473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/09/prostitute.html' title='Prostitute'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798637497259111003.post-7123402688317104865</id><published>2009-09-28T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:57:25.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For The Record...</title><content type='html'>Bueno, por fin hice mi Blog, antes solía escribir mis pensamientos y sentimientos en un cuadernos...creo que he sucumbido ante las exigencias y dependencias del mundo moderno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento un tanto cuanto exhibicionista, el cuaderno que tenía era para mis ojos únicamente y sin embargo ahora siento la necesidad de que el mundo sepa de mi, no porque me importe lo que piense sino quizá simplemente para hacer uso de mi libertad de expresión y brindar una parte ínfima de mi a alguien que pudiera estar pasando por alguna situación similiar a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quede asentado que puede no ser del agrado de todos lo que aquí publicado sea, que quede asentado que es mi punto de vista, que quede asentado que es mi derecho, que quede asentado; que soy yo, en la más mínima expresión. Yo y sólo yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertidos están y bienvenidos a mi mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798637497259111003-7123402688317104865?l=justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/feeds/7123402688317104865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-for-record.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/7123402688317104865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798637497259111003/posts/default/7123402688317104865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfortherecordlovedeathpain.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-for-record.html' title='Just For The Record...'/><author><name>Anagnorisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11767922527303084222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
