viernes, 20 de abril de 2012
jueves, 19 de abril de 2012
miércoles, 18 de abril de 2012
ayuda
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
martes, 17 de abril de 2012
lunes, 16 de abril de 2012
jueves, 12 de abril de 2012
miércoles, 11 de abril de 2012
martes, 10 de abril de 2012
lunes, 9 de abril de 2012
amar la trama
Rehacer como el ciclo del fin del todo, poder sacar impurezas y dejar estar lo simple lo absolutista
de no ser igual a todos a ser una fusión mental, una tradición cultural
leer entre lineas que las hojas son figuras de un verano otoñal que no para cuando una quiere sino mas bien cuando una ya no puede mas.
Etiquetas:
comunicacion,
diseño grafico,
fotografia,
manuela gascon
miércoles, 4 de abril de 2012
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