24 de abril de 2007

Tempesta Mental

Són masses coses, les que entren en la meva ment,
i cap d'elles vol sortir-ne.
Són masses coses, masses per tant poc temps,
i no en disposo de suficient.
Estic acorralat...
"What the hell am I waiting here for,
expecting me to help you when I'm down myself,
waiting my saviour.
My world is flooding over,
there's no room for air, I can't breathe,
I would give a kingdom, for one more day..."

2 comentarios:

aïda dijo...

"what the hell am I standing here for, expecting you to give away your life..."
You'll have that "one more day", you'll find your moment...
and of course you can breath, just try again... try again. ;o)

Anónimo dijo...

uooo senyor kap de branka meu! kom stem no? stas pensatiu? reflexiu? talismà? xDDD no reee, po t'entenk massses koses a fer i pok temps per fer-les!

stresss.fins.al.final! :P po sempre amb alegriaaa!!!

apa un peto, i fins dissabadooo

kuidat! o va avui ket kuidin! k krek kes millor! ;)