tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55720802011-07-08T06:50:37.052-04:00˚ presephonesbox ˚...:: What's inside? ::...©.m.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1133972337017471632005-12-07T11:16:00.001-05:002005-12-07T11:34:33.883-05:00(wrote this @ work) ..Through my eyes..It’s been a long dayseems like its been a long way.Still I can see the picture this is all so real.All the changes, the tests, the struggles to be the promises of what you made yourself to be, a buisness person, a lawyer, a scientist who’ll fulfillanother’s foolish dream.Chorus:Yet through my eyes everything’s what it’s suposed to m.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1102404937462292572004-12-07T02:46:00.000-05:002004-12-07T02:35:37.463-05:00An old lady in the path of my life use to tell me: Everything with good time. If you put your heart into your dreams, they'll come to you. I was a child, but her words, during all those sunsets, stay alive in me. She thought me many things, amongst those things, while knitting, she use to tell me how patience is the virtue of the wise women/men whose heart is pure and full of devine light. In herm.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1101774032081473242004-11-29T19:10:00.000-05:002004-11-29T19:20:32.083-05:00just a thought...
I'm sitting here working.. My mind somewhere else. Traveling in time and space, and yet not knowing i was brought here to this, and somehow my heart has become a pupet and you the pupetier that handles it...Where is home? I felt it in your eyes, is it still there? I wonder about life. A life much more greater than my daily circumstances and my daily routine. It is in the hope m.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1094713241681837862004-09-09T02:51:00.001-04:002009-11-14T16:14:06.500-05:00Ahh it is 3am just finished researching structural buildings on Richard Meier. Have to wake up early tomorrow go to wørk & then go to skøøl So last weekend was hell because of the hurricane. I was driving in the middle of the storm.lol. My car almost got tilted over cuz of the wind. It was a rather interesting experience that I wish never happens again. This weekend however we have another m.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1093017964373769232004-08-20T12:00:00.001-04:002009-11-14T16:02:59.331-05:00http://www.kagayastudio.comm.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1090514911678173402004-07-22T12:34:00.000-04:002004-08-29T18:43:56.350-04:00Si vivieras dentro de mi
te darias cuenta
como todo ha sido bien vivido,
que mi corazón ha vivido todo tipo de tormentos,
pero, de verdad, no hay nada como lo que tú me haces pasar.
Cuando te conocí,
en tu casita llena de rosas,
estabas con esa cara linda, diciendo un millon de cosas
entre ellas el lamento de nuestro amor
pero tan contenta y radiante, mi amor
...Que nos paso?
Lo quem.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1090514048907502552004-07-22T12:28:00.000-04:002004-07-22T12:34:08.906-04:00Somos seres,somos diosasque del amor hicimosodisea tan dificil. Nosotras,que nos quisimos tantoahora na' más vivimosen pleitos que me matan. Y dime querida, cuales son tus planessi yo no estoy en tu vida,si me fuera yo de esta tierrapara que te des cuentaque mi amor por ti es como una fruta celestial. Dime querida,que yo puedo hacer,esta angustia me tortura, me enloqueceme desbarata el alma m.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1083031573414497112004-04-26T22:04:00.000-04:002004-04-26T22:09:17.123-04:00Lamento-
Me acuerdo como eras,
esos ojos firmes,
calidos y distantes,
estabas presente aunque perdida entre esperanzas y suenos quebrados.
Tu voz, firme, como el crepusculo sobre la tierra
sol que pronto se esconde,
amor que pronto escondes.
Entre los lamentos de esta vida nos conocimos,
y entre esos mismos lamentos nos perdimos,
aqui te amo
y temo que siempre te amare.
Nos quebramos el alma m.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1077762464703684612004-02-25T21:23:00.002-05:002009-11-14T15:50:46.477-05:00Every time I think of youI’ll never knowhow the sunsets went,what ever happened in the end?In glimpses of my life I knew younot knowing if I would ever have againI wonder how the sunsets went.Those loving momentswe truly treasured. Como el tiempo ha cambiado.Places and people changethey all come and goyet those moments remain still, vivid in me. You,all of you,the true m.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572080.post-1070737701594562582003-12-06T13:03:00.000-05:002003-12-06T14:09:03.373-05:00Feel the day,
seize it,
absorb it,
treasure it,
camouflage yourself in it,
for there's never another second like the one that just past,
feel this,
and you'll feel me,
you'll feel what I feel,
seize what I seize,
breathe what I breathe
a i r
when you are bound to be a part of time,
e x i s t
when the universe is in you,
when planets run like blood cells,
when rivers of m.cfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02802610482610575265noreply@blogger.com0