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Encontré el altar!!

Hola!! bueno pues después de perderme por la etérea existencia que vivo y algunos asuntos algo triviales y algunos importantes, he encontrado mi blog!! jaja o como le solía decir "el altar" bueno, así se llama, pero no recordaba que lo había creado para recordar las pasiones olvidadas d tu alma, bueno, eso es lo que dice en la entrada "Bienvenido al Altar"

humm, pues bueno ya lo encontré, procuraré no dejarlo olvidado mucho tiempo y m pondré a escribir!! xq creo q no sy muy buena expresandome con palabras, me comunico mejor gráficamente xD si no, subiré dibujos que hablan por sí mismos, (aunq pra eso está el deviantart) bueno, bueno, cuando tenga mas control sobre mi vida ordenaré las cosas, por ahora estoy sumergida en un torbellino de descontrol

Buenas lunas a todos!!!

The Poet and the Pendulum- Nightwish

1. White Lands of Emphatica

The end

The songwriter´s dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Emphatica
Of Innocence
Emphatica
Innocence

2. Home

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell

One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer´s hideaway
I cannot cry ´cause the shoulder cries more

I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry ´cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was there and then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer´s hideaway
I cannot cry ´cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry ´cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

3. The Pacific

Sparkle my scenary
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free

Tuck me beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all

"I´m afraid. I´m so afraid.

Being raped again, and again, and again.
I know I will die alone.
But loved.

You live long enough to hear the sound of guns.
long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I´ve been strapped unto this altar.
Now only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give
me a death I always longed for."

3. Dark Passion Play

2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half- infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No packs to bury the heart of stone
Now he´s home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer´s hideaway
I cannot cry ´cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry ´cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

"Today, in the year of our Lord 2009,
Toumas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been
without silence.

He was founded naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and
1000 pages of erased text."

Save me

4. Mother & Father

Be still, my son
You´re home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you

The beginning

Bienvenido al Altar

En el altar de las pasiones desoladas encontrarás la llama que encenderá las viejas pasiones de tu corazón, las cenizas te delatan, no podrás escapar de lo que tu llamas realidad...

Clara influencia gótica, mística, inentendible para unos, en realidad no importa entender, ¿qué es lo que entiendes? ¿qúe es lo que ves? Ciertamente, cada uno se pierde en su propio laberinto, cada uno sabe cómo salir de él, o tal vez no.

Entra en este laberinto sin sentido, en este mar de palabras que sólo expresan sentimientos, ideas, locuras, deseos, un laberinto en el que no sabes qué esperar, que ni siquiera sabes si saldrás o te quedarás por siempre en este altar, desolado por las pasiones que tu alma ha decidido olvidar...