¡¡¡ This is the sound of my soul !!!

La última vez que escribí estaba a punto de entrar a clases.
Se siente como hace años...

Como hecho de menos esa presencia de mis sueños.

Tengo que poner el texto de introducción al juego de rol Paranoia que leí una vez. Era buenísimo. De verdad dan ganas de jugar paranoia.

Ando más ocupada q las re piiip... :(
La primera prueba de Biología celular ya me come.
Qué nervios.
¿Por qué no hay un kenshin por ahí?
Me olvidaría de todo el stress... x.o

Parece que también estoy resfriada ._.
Qué más da, a aguantar no más ^^.

He encontrado muestras de que lo que he pensado hace 4 años verdaderamente no era tan errado como creía...
La locura viene desde pequeña.


Hoy me contaron por qué el amor es ciego ;O; q emoción.
En esa misma ocasión, cuenta la leyenda, quedó unido para siempre con la locura, quién le lastimó los ojos.


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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!


Linda canción =).