I just realized that this blog is uglier everyday (and now it's funny to remember that everything looks like its owner)... Strange, but I visit it a few minutes ago -now I don't have enough time nor internet conection at home to do that- and I checked out some old posts which look kind of nice, with different colours, pics and good ideas; now I can't recognize white from black, my pics are horrible or boring and I'm dry of ideas.



I wish I could write something about how I've discovered lately I'm an uncurable loner or how I see life and universe nowdays, but I'm afraid I can't transform thoughts into words: I lost that power, I guess (I'm not even able to read a good piece of literature without thinking I'm harming words when I use them for trivial matters -like this-)... Everything now is fragmented...


Well, at least I've been listening to SENTENCED to much as always and thinking about those amazing lyrics:


NO ONE THERE

The axe, the bottle and the rope
The feeling there really is no more hope
The thought of the great unknown
And facing it alone
The dark, the silent and the cold
The feeling I have come to the end of my road
Yes, these are the things I spend
My remaining moments with

And the wind blows through my heart
Shivers me one last time
As I now reach out in the dark
No one there

Why did it have to be so hard
For us to live our lives
Again I reach out in the dark in despair
The desperation and the snow
The feeling of finally coming back home
The melancholy and the hole in the soil so hard and cold

And the wind blows through my heart
Shivers me one last time
As I now reach out in the dark
No one there

Your love for me, my love for you
Things we somehow managed to lose
Now there's only the ruthless wind
To blow right through
It freezes my heart, my desperate heart
It freezes my heart, my desperate heart
It freezes my heart, my desperate heart
To think we both will die alone

And the wind blows through my heart
Shivers me one last time
As I now reach out in the dark
No one there