Tuesday, November 27, 2007

There are certain songs that when I'm listening to them, I just can't help it but to imagine a crowd dancing to it, a huge crowd.
"He walks amongst us, but he is not one of us"
To those who know what they want
To those who know who they are

Friday, November 16, 2007


Confess that you are a weak creature, that you don't know where you have come from and where you lead. Confess that you don't know what happens when you die, that you don't even know if it is a bad thing. Heaven and hell my ass, that's just an imagination. One that suits your greedy soul, a soul that wants answers, right now; the one who needs prophets.

When you love someone and you lose him/her, you feel sad; you are feeling sad for yourself.
This house belongs to me after certain hours.
I thought you knew it.