I was all alone at home
Both of my parents were out
There before me I suddenly saw
a little box, nice to look at
Oh, I said, how pretty and nice
That must be a splendid toy
I strike a match
Like mother often did
Every time that I'm alone
I'm pulled to the fire
Why is the sun round
Why don't I get healthy
It reaches for me, I don't resist
Jumps with claws to my face
It bites hard, it pains me a lot
I jump around the room
Oh no, the flame touches my dress
My jacket burns, it glows far
My hand burns, my hair burns
In fact my whole body is burning
Every time that I'm alone
I'm pulled to the fire
Why is the sun round
Why don't I get healthy -
The fire loves me
Help me
The fire loves me not "“
The fire loves me
I have been totally burned
Everything is burned completely
From the ashes, all alone
I climb up to the sunshine
The fire loves me
The fire loves me not
Help me
jueves, 10 de julio de 2014
lunes, 16 de junio de 2014
martes, 10 de junio de 2014
There’s a fragile game we play
With the ghosts of yesterday
If we can’t let go we’ll never say goodbye
No trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could deny
There was so much more to lose
Than the pain
I put you through
In my carelessness
I left you in the dark
And the blood may wash away
But the scars will never fade
At least
I know somehow
I made a mark
In the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing right
With the ghosts of yesterday
If we can’t let go we’ll never say goodbye
No trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could deny
There was so much more to lose
Than the pain
I put you through
In my carelessness
I left you in the dark
And the blood may wash away
But the scars will never fade
At least
I know somehow
I made a mark
In the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing right
lunes, 9 de junio de 2014
“Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. A certain flower, or a whiff of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is, uh, it has no texture, no context. It’s there and then it’s gone. If it’s to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be, um, smelly.”
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