Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain,
can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rain
a mile from a veil
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts
hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change
and did you exchanged a walk on part in the war
from a lead role in a cage.
How I wish, how I wish you were
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year,
running under the same old side,
have we found same old fears,
Wish you were here
can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rain
a mile from a veil
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts
hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change
and did you exchanged a walk on part in the war
from a lead role in a cage.
How I wish, how I wish you were
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year,
running under the same old side,
have we found same old fears,
Wish you were here
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
it's never too late to shut up....
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Καλημέρα !
Friday, September 01, 2006
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Είμαι καθισμένη στον καναπέ του σπιτιού μου. Ο αέρας μπαίνει από τό
ανοιχτό μπαλκόνι ! Ακούγονται θόρυβοι της πολυκατοικίας και των γύρω σπιτιών ... παιδιά και μεγαλύτεροι συνομιλούν μεταξύ τους - σκορπιες κουβέντες και παλι ησυχία....
Είναι [καλοκαίρι] λέω στον ευατόν μου κι ας θυμίζει άνοιξη η σημερινή βραδυά....
Και σε λίγο φεύγω....
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Every chance, every chance that I take I take it on the road Those kilometers and the red lights Never looking left or right Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car Jasmine, I saw you weaping As I pushed my foot down to the floor Round and round the hotel garage Must have been touching close to 94 Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I suggest:
Banana Coconut Frappuccino® Blended Coffee:
Like summer itself, the sunny taste of Banana Coconut will only be around for a limited time....
mmmm :D
I suggest:
Banana Coconut Frappuccino® Blended Coffee:
Like summer itself, the sunny taste of Banana Coconut will only be around for a limited time....
mmmm :D
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Saturday, July 22, 2006
en·vy →→→ [ĕn'vē]
A feeling of discontent and resentment
A feeling of discontent and resentment
aroused by and in conjunction with desire
for the possessions or qualities of another
Envy is one of the seven deadly sins in the Catholic tradition.It is considered sinful because envious people ignore their own blessings, and focus on others' status rather than their own spiritual growth.
for the possessions or qualities of another
Envy is one of the seven deadly sins in the Catholic tradition.It is considered sinful because envious people ignore their own blessings, and focus on others' status rather than their own spiritual growth.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
The Prologue from the book, The Alchemist...
Leafing through the pages,
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell
But this was not how the author of the book ended the
He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus
was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my
banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty
reflected."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
[LAUGHING VERY LOUD]
Waking up and looking at your post...
I am laughing cause you think its SOOO important that I am looking at your post
{when you do the same thing}
but I am looking just for fun,
I have 30 blogs to look every day, yours is just one of them
{and honestly its boring}
It shows that you do something wrong...when people write mean things to you...
[GET REAL]
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
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