ojalà |
Ojala que te vaya bonitoojala que se acaben tus penasque te digan que yo ya no existoque conozcas personas mas buenasque te den lo que no pude darteaunque yo te haya dado de todonunca mas volvere a mo...
Posted by Marga on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 02:29:00 PST |
ma quando vien lo sgelo il primo sole è mio |
Sì. Mi chiamano Mimì, Yes, they call me Mimi,ma il mio nome è Lucia. But my name is LucyLa storia mia è breve. My history is briefA tela o a seta To cloth or to silkricamo in casa e fuori.....
Posted by Marga on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 10:02:00 PST |
La mia micia |
morire . questo a un gatto non si fa. perché cosa può fare il gatto in un appartamento vuoto? arrampicarsi sulle pareti strofinarsi contro i mobili? qui niente sembra cambiato eppure tutto è mu...
Posted by Marga on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 01:16:00 PST |
delenda/irata |
non tornerò mai dov'ero già.Incombere umorale degli affetti del sangue.Incombere umorale delle idee delle istanze. Insolente promessa sciocca vacua solenne. Di bastare a se' Non tornero' mai dov'ero g...
Posted by Marga on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 02:09:00 PST |
still cat power |
Cat Power - It's Alright to Fail"Out on the corner you look so pale Your ghost is wandering home But oh, baby, it's alright to fail Your tongue is twisted Your teeth are nails They drove your voice in...
Posted by Marga on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 04:48:00 PST |
Some hope |
One seldom knows whether perseverance is noble or stupid until it's too late. Most people either feel regret at staying with someone for too long,or regret at loosing them too easily. I managed to fee...
Posted by Marga on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 10:03:00 PST |
the power of cat power |
time's passing love's increasingtroubled waters stood for memetal heart stood for lintasI found a reason stands for carlottawild is the wind stands for Romesea of love is for Stesalty dog stands for m...
Posted by Marga on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 11:02:00 PST |
que regrese la desdichada |
Dicen que por las noches no más se le iba en puro llorar;dicen que no comía, no más se le iba en puro tomar.Juran que el mismo cielo se estremecía al oír su llanto,cómo sufrió por ella, y hasta en su...
Posted by Marga on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 12:59:00 PST |
marga |
En el corazón teníala espina de una pasión;logré arrancármela un día:ya no siento el corazón
Posted by Marga on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 01:37:00 PST |
