You Have Been Loved (Unplugged). By George Michael

Texts

I would like to post a text which I wrote to hand in, but I want to wait and see my grade, then, if it is at least 8, I will post it. I don't want to be pretentious, I just want to fill this blog with something!

Thanx Gerard

Having a word with Gerard today in the morning, I could see that he quite undersnds me, I think we both felt a moral hang over, but he did overtake it and I feel really good for that. I feel so good for that! Because I'm able to help my friends and it makes me feel useful, and I even feel I can replace a girl's love with the joy of helping, but when I'm on my own it is not enough and I feel empty

Home, sweet home

This has been a very strange weekend. After taking part in a race between buses (I was in one of them), finally I'm here

Pandora's Box

Debo conseguir algo que hacer (lo tengo, pero no lo hago, y si lo hago, no ayuda), por eso odio los puentes, porque me invade el ocio al punto de volver a abrir la caja de Pandora de mi correo electronico; es la carpeta donde guardo los correos que me han llegado más allá de la cabeza. Es como el costalito de cartas y papelitos que guardo desde la secundaria. Es lo que me mantiene humano entre tantas cosas que hay que hacer... el problema es que la abrí en el momento menos indicado (muchos sabrán porque), de hecho, mientras escribo esto, me lastimo leyendo el correo más significativo que guardo ahí (sin demeritar al resto).

Ahora necesito ayuda porque me he puesto a recordar cosas que no he olvidado y me duele si las veo desde el punto de mi vida donde me encuentro ahora (no hace falta preguntar).

He decidido escribir esto en español porque no quiero dejar lugar a dudas, es decir, mi inglés es muy rudimentario como para expresar lo que quiero decir en su totalidad, y como necesito ayuda, necesito que vean lo que pienso tal cual es.... se aceptan sugerencias

Some words (Thanx Lupita)

I feel I've got nothing else to say, that's why I've been posting videos, but I think i've got enough vedeos so far, so I will start writing again.

I was about to cry when I read Lupis' answer to the e-mail I sent. I would really like to see her, because i think we do understand each other.

I went back in time, I remember when I leant out waiting for someone to come ; I used to spend hours there because I liked it (and so does her), but when I knew nobody was going to come I went to bed and I got asleep. When i was already sleeping, suddenly someone rang the bell and I jumped from my bed to the window and it was her; so I ran downstairs to let her in. I came out with my bare feet, I hurted them, but I didn't care. When we were in, we went upstairs to my bedroom and we spent the whole evening listening music. Then, finally she had to leave, so I walked her home and there we had some coffee. Then I left.

Thanx for everything Lupita.

No Ordinary Love. By Sade

I'm The King of Sorrow

Song's real name is King of Sorrow by Sade

Again

Yes, I fgorgot Pessoa again, I really want to post him, but I'd like to do it calmly, to enjoy the posting.

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These have been bad days. I'm so fucking blue, and so does the weather. Besides I realized my English is not as good as I thought. I'm not in the mood to write now. I've been feeling so blue during nights. I would really like to finish my degree as soon as possible and leave! I feel so fucking alone! In fact I am alone, I would really like to shout why buit I can't help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really need help!

Non Posted Poems

I was going to post some poems by Fernando Pessoa today. I found the bok today, I was lookig for it long ago I thought it was lost, but it wasn't, but I didn't bring it today so it'll be tomorrow

Teardrop. By Massive Attack

The Spring Effect?

Almost all of my friend have got a girlfriend, and it wouldn't be strange to me if I realize that they all... (you know, I don't want to write it again). But I'm happy for them. Unfortunately, the girl I love... It's too sad to write it, but some of you already know this stuff by heart. Victor (a friend of mine) was right when he told me that we both liked suffering, lots of friends have told me the same and I'm already accepting it


This is for those who think that love is necessary