La Luz viaja más rápido que el sonido. Por eso algunas personas sonbrillantes hasta que hablan.

domingo, 8 de agosto de 2010


Nightfall on the deserted New York streets,
A place where a collision of life and death meets
Behind the dark alley,
A cry is heard
But no-one did hear it,
No human, not even a bird
The clock is ticking midnight,
Its cold and its wet
A shadow of fallen lovers,
A dying image you cannot forget
The cold floor is stained in red,
A puddle of blood where she lies
Her entire life
Is passing before her eyes,
She gains consciousness,
A single unshed tear
She cant feel anything,
The numbing pain and fear
Next to her bloody body,
Her lover silently looks at the stars
His wounds and torn scars
Yearn for the touch of rain
His eyes are closing slowly,
And then he opens them again
But his wish stays ungranted
As the sky is black with no cloud
The girls heart is weakly beating,
The truth is there outloud
Someone robbed them
And hurt them both
The girl could have been dead,
If the boy didnt save her life
But his last words are piercing,
Tearing her soul like a knife
Although I tried to save you,
We are still to die
It is Gods will,
Baby, please dont cry
We are in His hands now,
Hell do as he please
Sarah, I want to kiss you,
Her he pain tries to ease
Sarah is weak,
Her stomach is torn
She cries for one reason only,
Her little baby that will never be born
Sarah, the boy whispers
Are you dead?
But Sarahs eyes are fixed at the sky,
Her mind rejects what he just said
Now her babys dead,
Cuz of the shortcut they took

Well get faster to the doctor,
The boy said, the oldest trick in the book
She would have given
Her life for the baby to live
Now the babys dead,
And she had no life to give
Never did she expect to die at sixteen,
She held the future in her hand
Now she stopped breathing,
Thinking of her baby, her life will end..

the genesis of..


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C. Valenciana, Alicante, Spain
16 años, estudiante de 1º Bachillerato de Artes Plásticas del intituto nº 18 de Playa de San Juan. Me encanta el cine. Me apasiona, me remueve la mente, me la trastoca y me desconecta de mí. Mi película favorita es La Naranja Mecánica. Adoro la música, la de verdad, Me gusta cojer cosas redondas y apretarlas. Me gusta meter la mano en el arroz crudo. Adoro la pasta. Me encanta el olor de la laca. Me encanta que haga fresquito, y también que haga mucho frío. Me encantan los relojes y las cámaras antiguos. Me encanta explotar pompas de esas de embalar. Me encanta abrir regalos. Me encanta The Cure. Me encanta apretar a la gente y soltar un chillido estupido cuando lo hago. Me encanta llamar la atención y que me miren por la calle, pero sin embargo no me gusta que esten constantemente demostrándome amor y cariño. Viajar en trayectos largos escuchando música, eso si que me encanta. Me encanta tener la razón. Me encanta coleccionar películas a buen precio. Adoro las sorpresas y los regalos. Me encantan los estampados de flores y de encaje. Adoro los animales. Me encanta ser sarcástica, la cerveza, y la comida italiana. Me encanta ser yo.