.:garbage:.

Los coches se arrastran dejando detrás un olor
que ahoga a turistas sin alma bebiendo en sus vasos de ron.
Un niño pregunta si la libertad es así
y suena una vieja habanera que le cuenta un cuento sin fin.
(...)
Dime niña de ojos tristes,
recuerdas aquel viejo barco que tanto quisiste,
donde tú y el mar, hablabais de libertad,
de una escalera a la luna quizá,
de un mundo que no deje nunca de hacernos soñar.

[La Oreja de Van Gogh] Un Mundo Mejor.

Written by Shirley Ann at 10:46 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

[let's imagine here's a picture of my toe]

I'm deliciously happy today. Why shouldn't I be happy?
I was born to be happy and maybe it was written in the stars.
Can you see it?! No?!! What a shame!!

*internal* Boy, I told ya I'll do it. Hahahaha.

Kisses!

[DVD] Rise.

Written by Shirley Ann at 2:53 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

Well, that language from the past post was Swedish. The structures of Swedish are a little bit different from English but if you put in an English-Swedish translator, it'll give you a good match, with some meaning and just a few errors.
Everytime I write in Swedish ('coz I'm trying to learn by myself yet), I write first in English. So, if you really wanna know what I've written, you can use Google Language Tools > Translator and you'll have an idea.
Now, a very good song. In Swedish.

Hon har ett hjärta utan hem
Hon verkar ensam och komplicerad
Varenda morron blir jag passerad
Hon står i bussen ointresserad

Åhå åhå
Hon har ett hjärta utan hem

Som stål på ytan men mjuk som lera
Jag skulle vilja ge nåt mera
En kyss så att hon börjar leva

Åhå åhå
Hon har ett hjärta utan hem

Hon kanske förlorat nån gång
Nåt kanske slagits itu
Hon vill inte komma tillbaks
Eller vad tror du?

Hej hej hej
La na ra na na la na na na na

Åhå åhå
Hon har ett hjärta utan hem

Det bränner till när jag är nära
Och jag blir ny som en nymånskära
Men hennes sorg är tung att bära

Åhå åhå
Hon har ett hjärta utan hem

[Gyllene Tider] Hjärta utan hem.
[Agatha Christie] Triangle at Rhodes.

Written by Shirley Ann at 8:29 AM | Permalink | | links to this post

Mycket förlorat.
Ibland vill jag gråta.

[Elis] Ballade.

Written by Shirley Ann at 6:58 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

I'm not creative this week. All I can see is a big white wall, all in blank.
Well, I've played with the title of this post, the band and the music. It was my maximum glory for today. Enjoy.

I gotta go to that place where they store worn out things
What's that name?
By the time she gets home
I will be here in a phone
booth making long distance calls
to every number I make up
The chord of life has got my anxious heart

I feel the heavy hand of time
making gentle massage on my shoulders
Looking at my life from a cloud
You see
I've got to be proud
But still I'm fixed to the ground
and everywhere I look around
It feels as if we are all too shy to look up and see

I am a lamb in the snow
Still don't know where to go
It's a wide wild world

Funny how it all is so messed up
We seem to be undressed up
We run around in the dark
and listen to the radio in search of aliens
and lost souls like me

I feel the heavy hand of time
making a gentle massage on my shoulders
Looking at my life from a cloud
You see
I've got to be proud
But still I'm fixed to the ground
and everywhere I look around
It feels as if we are all too shy to look up and see


[Maybees] Chord of Life.

Written by Shirley Ann at 7:01 PM | Permalink | | links to this post

My head is full of voices
And my house is full of lies

[chorus]
This is home, home
And this is home, home
This is home

[Sheryl Crow] Home.

Written by Shirley Ann at 6:39 PM | Permalink | | links to this post