17 mayo, 2009
Submarine Garden
In the blog where I was born lived a girl who stared at trees. She walked the fields seeking for a flawless bunch of leaves, she went exploring for ages in the quest of an inmaculate branch to feel. Having lost hope she started to write at the back in the light of stars. Her ink was green, her words revealed the many flowers in her twisted head. With the brain came induction followed by deduction, for the girl to find it was all an illusion. Then, in peace, she decided to begin the delightful process of becoming this mind piece. She wanted to stay nowhere, where the soil was as pink as her soul, a place with the smell of fresh sliced green apples and sparkling dust. Perhaps she was himself an it. Or maybe a flower or a tree, a leaf, a branch, or a seed, because we all live in a rolling tangerine, rolling tangerine, rolling tangerine.
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Ok. Estoy viendo a José María Tavira en una entrevista y lo amoooooo!! osea, me voy a casar con él! jajajaja Es actor de teatro y estudió teatro y fue mesero en Londres mientras estudiaba cómo dirigir y producir y arreglar luces. jajajaja y bueno, tuvo un desliz en amar o morir jajaja no me importa!! le voy a mandar un guión de teatro para que lo haga él jejeje. love you!!big hug!
Y sí Ale, sigo pensando que Gdl es el centro de mundo jejeje.
Y! btw, amo cuando escribes divagues xD Then, in peace, she decided to begin the delightful process of becoming this mind piece...
jajaja esto es como EL DIVAGUE!
Bello. Bello cuando la belleza es, como la verdad y otras pocas bondades, lo único que hay de verdaderamente cierto en esta vida. Los amo. Con un amor que no es de esta vida, que si lo fuera, correría entonces el riesgo de ser juzgado de no ser cierto.
loved it... love you, love you all... for the girl to find it was all an illusion.... te aaaaamo
keep on rolling in this sparkling tnagerine!
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