Do you believe?

I don't believe in perfect love. But I do believe that there are people whose lives are inextricably intertwined.



Dawson's Creek

jueves, 21 de octubre de 2010

CLASSIFICATION FUNNY







Today, I speack about "Men of return".
In fact; there are a lot of types of men, but I have simplified in your types because they always say that they are very simple.

Why men always return?
The causes are:
1. They fell alone without the company of a mature person.
2. They don't have s
ex frequently.
3. Peter Pan loses her Wendy.


The types:

THE ULYSSES:
Is the man who lives very happy with your partner but when a pretty woman run in to his life, he desets his partner and runs away with the pretty woman.
Is the typical child who leaves
his sweet to just eat the empty wrapper.
But, later, he descovers that the pretty woman is empty and he wants to reetunr to the first woman.
The Ulysses is sure about his return.

THE INDECISIVE:
The indecisive man is the tpypical man who says to his partner: "I don't know if I can love you, but wait me,... please". He leaves his girlfriend and runs away very fast.
Later, He wants tu return with his ex-girlfriend. And, in this situation he says: "I don't know if I can love you, but, at the moment, I stay with you".

THE LONER:
This man is typical person who leaves his partner and then, when he fells alone in the world; he flies at Wendy's windows. He is the man who needs to fell hungry to know that he needs eat. And he returns to frigde with a lot of losts kilos and he discovers his frigde is empty.

THE SPOILT:
This man is the one who searches for his losts heart, but, when the girl has got another boyfriend; he returns to win back the lost love.

When this man returns in our life; we musn't be stupid, so open the eyes and close the legs.

In brief, there are four types of men. The Ulysses (who changes glod for brounze), the Indecisive (who flies arround the Wendy's window), the Loner ( who doesn't return for love, because returns for self compassion) and the Soilt (who thinks to be an eternal Indiana Jones)

And guys...be careful!!!!!!
Marina
(A Coruña's exposition, summer 2010)


miércoles, 20 de octubre de 2010

Life


The words I never pronounced will be captivated in this night. Because loneliness is a feeling to be shared. We are all connected to its thread. So, the words of loneliness are dilluted in the the polluted air...



Marisol

martes, 19 de octubre de 2010

Human naivety


Today it's raining and I look through my steamed window just to see how people wander around the streets of this big city. Lost souls gather in big cities so that they can feel some human contact, but they are still alone in the end.

Marisol

domingo, 17 de octubre de 2010

Una cançó inolvidable


"Em trobo bebent les llàgrimes dels teus ulls,
em trobo buscant un batec dins del teu alè...

Quan no hi ets una veu estranya m'envolta,
et dibuixo pels carrers quan dorm la ciutat,
si em segueixes t'ensenyaré que tan sols cal tenir esperança,
deixa de costat la por i aquesta anyorança que tens.

Puc estar tan trist com vulgui,
tu no saps mai res de mi,
i ara sé que mai seré feliç.

Tu no pots canviar les coses,
jo no puc tan sols tocar-te,
potser mai sabràs que sóc aquí."


"Me encuentro bebiendo las lágrimas de tus ojos,
me encuentro buscando un latido dentro de tu aliento...

Cuando no estás una voz extraña me envuelve,
te dibujo por las calles cuando duerme la ciudad,
si me sigues te enseñaré que sólo debes tenir esperanza,
deja a un lado el miedo y esta añoranza que tienes.

Puedo estar tan triste como quiera,
tú nunca sabes nada de mí,
y ahora sé que nunca seré feliz.

Tú no puedes cambiar las cosas,
yo no puedo ni tan siquiera tocarte,
puede que jamás sepas que estoy aquí."


Bella canción que marcó una entrañable etapa de mi vida. La he vuelto a sentir en mí hoy y por eso quiero dedicarosla. Es la traducción en catalán del opening de Niea Under 7. La traducción en castellano es mía. Espero que os llene de gozo y emoción. ¡Vuestra novelera desde Londres con amor!

Marisol

Broken mirror


When he first arrived, I knew that I'd be hurt. However, I still fell in love like an innocent sheep that gets trapped in the mischievous love of the lonely wolf...



Marisol

sábado, 16 de octubre de 2010

Rain

Waiting for you to come and relieve the wounds of this damaged heart...

Marisol

jueves, 14 de octubre de 2010

The words...


When there's nothing more to say...just whisper how much you wish I were here with you...
Marisol