Gris, gris era todo lo que veía pasar a través del vidrio, todo lo que mi prisión me dejaba observar. El olor de mi vida y los colores de la libertad habían quedado olvidados, atrapados en lo que sería su hogar durante el resto de su inerte existencia, el pasado. Y qué es el pasado, más que la residencia de todo eso que ya no está, todo lo que estuvo, lo que ya no existe. Y aun así, qué sería de todos nosotros sin él, sin esa sombra, que a pesar de haberse despojado de su existencia, es la base para construir el presente y es también el autor anónimo del boceto invisible de
Actions, my unthoughtful actions
Tearing apart your dreams
Dreams which existence I didn't know about
Expectations that relied on me
That everlasting wish of hoping for the best
The trust I've carelessly shattered onto the ground
And now I try to pick up the pieces
But it's already too late
Because I feel like I've lost you
That this insignificant struggle
It's like marching on the pieces of our broken bonds
Every breath carves a hole in my mind
To fill it with deception and infamy
Because I don't deserve to know of your kindness
And now I feel this burning wound
Because I maimed all good you had to offer
And blurred my mind
Mis ojos se perdían en los matices cambiantes del cielo que aun carecía de estrellas, mi mente divagaba por los inevitables senderos del pasado, senderos repletos de cenizas olvidadas, y yo, solo recordaba esos momentos inquebrantables, cuyo destino pude cambiar, pero cuya algarabía me hizo flaquear. Inútil mis intentos de curar esas heridas lucubrando posibilidades ahogadas en molicies; y aun así la nostalgia se entromete de nuevo en mis pensamientos, turbando la inocente ilusión de creer poder cambiar lo que el tiempo ya amontonó. Que desdicha el desear, que precaria felicidad el imaginar, que así com
Gris, gris era todo lo que veía pasar a través del vidrio, todo lo que mi prisión me dejaba observar. El olor de mi vida y los colores de la libertad habían quedado olvidados, atrapados en lo que sería su hogar durante el resto de su inerte existencia, el pasado. Y qué es el pasado, más que la residencia de todo eso que ya no está, todo lo que estuvo, lo que ya no existe. Y aun así, qué sería de todos nosotros sin él, sin esa sombra, que a pesar de haberse despojado de su existencia, es la base para construir el presente y es también el autor anónimo del boceto invisible de
Actions, my unthoughtful actions
Tearing apart your dreams
Dreams which existence I didn't know about
Expectations that relied on me
That everlasting wish of hoping for the best
The trust I've carelessly shattered onto the ground
And now I try to pick up the pieces
But it's already too late
Because I feel like I've lost you
That this insignificant struggle
It's like marching on the pieces of our broken bonds
Every breath carves a hole in my mind
To fill it with deception and infamy
Because I don't deserve to know of your kindness
And now I feel this burning wound
Because I maimed all good you had to offer
And blurred my mind
Mis ojos se perdían en los matices cambiantes del cielo que aun carecía de estrellas, mi mente divagaba por los inevitables senderos del pasado, senderos repletos de cenizas olvidadas, y yo, solo recordaba esos momentos inquebrantables, cuyo destino pude cambiar, pero cuya algarabía me hizo flaquear. Inútil mis intentos de curar esas heridas lucubrando posibilidades ahogadas en molicies; y aun así la nostalgia se entromete de nuevo en mis pensamientos, turbando la inocente ilusión de creer poder cambiar lo que el tiempo ya amontonó. Que desdicha el desear, que precaria felicidad el imaginar, que así com
Everlasting Love.
Two wrinkled hands intertwined with one another.
Their frail legs moving at a notably slow pace.
They always come in to the store every Sunday morning.
Buying their weekly packets of bird nuts and wild berries.
The elderly man always gives me a subtle wink whenever he sees me.
Comments on the amount of female partners I should be courting.
While the elderly women casts an innocent smile.
Ignoring her husbands repeated jokes and tugs him out the store.
The next week the elderly man is pushing his wife about the store.
His arms straining from the weight of the wheel chair.
He holds up two variations of bird berries
I don't care if the world crashes toward us
I don't care if all of them turn their back on us
I don't care if they tell us that's impossible
I don't care about anything
As long as you are beside me
As long as I feel we're one
As long as I can tell my dwell is next to you
Even though I have tried to hide these feelings
Suppress this wonderful sensation
But you became my voice when I couldn't speak
You became my only company
You end up with my heart being of your own
Because love is never wrong
Because I have never felt so strong
Because we are not mistaken
And I don't want to run away
Why? Why if I'm not made for you?
My heart
Current Residence: home sweet home deviantWEAR sizing preference: do u have furry size? Print preference: on paper? Favourite genre of music: Jazz, rock, everything but reggaeton and colombian music Favourite style of art: everything well proportionated and cute Operating System: windows 7 MP3 player of choice: I-pod! Wallpaper of choice: pictures, taken from me!!, or abstract wallpapers Skin of choice: Can I chosse that? Favourite cartoon character: Pikachu!! Personal Quote: if life didn't hurt how would you know when to start smilling?
Hello, people that probably isn't here anymore!. As the title suggest I'll be changing my account. ~Pleuvait (https://www.deviantart.com/pleuvait) This is the one, and yeah, thats me. I'll be uploading only my writtings and photos. That's it. Hope to get to talk to all of you soon.
well ~Ozuartwork (https://www.deviantart.com/ozuartwork) featured me sooo here is it :D
Featured thing
:bulletblue:For each of the 18 first people answering this journal I will put his/her avatar and the three deviations I like most from his/her gallery on the list.
:bulletblue: If you answer, you'll have to do the same in your journal, putting me on the first place, completing the list with 17 other people. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone
:iconosukaru-kun:
http://osukaru-kun.deviantart.com/art/harpie-lady-in-ink-99476914?q=gallery%3Aosukaru-kun%2F25942002&qo=22
http://osukaru-kun.deviantart.com/art/Ulquiorra-Sch