Pour mon ami super
*J’essaye écrire quelque chose pour toi en français, parce que je n’ai pas beaucoup des mots maintenant, mais je veux faire quelque chose comme tu as fait pour moi.
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La soleil est brillante dans tes yeux,
Claire encore dans la sombre.
Encore c’est l’hiver,
Et encore fait froid,
Mais chaud et joli
Dans t’orbite.
Tu donne moi
Les étoiles
Quand je ne peux pas
Trouve le ciel.
Tu dois aime tout
Quand les gens
Ne veux pas
Trouvent leur cœurs.
Je suis triste, du fois,
Mais tu toujours
Fais moi sourire.
Avec toi,
Je suis contente,
Non matière
Mon humeur vrai.
J’espere tu sais
Comment génial
Tu es.
Je sais toi,
je sais ton cœur,
Et je pense j’ai chance
Sais toi.
C’est pas écrire bien comme ton,
Mais j’espere tu sais j’aime toi
Beaucoup,
Parce que tu est une amie fantastique.
Art
Art is an expression of humanity
A representation of our desire
--endless and constant--
To capture beauty
Humanity is flawed
And its art imperfect
But that is where its beauty
Lies
Art is honest
But incomprehensible
To those who did not
Create it
It is the sharing of a heart
But no one else
Speaks that dialect
Of the language
Art is beautiful
Art is vulnerable
And art is everything
About ourselves
That the world can never
Understand
No se español
No se español
pero yo sé
que eres todo
este mundo necesita
eres algo
no podría prescindir
usted está
el cielo brillante
negrita en su color
interminable en sus profundidades
tienes
un corazón curioso
como el pez que nada
a través del arrecife de coral
que tu alma
coincide con los colores
con el coral
tan brillante y vivo
usted está
alegría
This Love is a Lost Battle
So many times,
It happens too fast.
We trade our passion for glory.
I was so high,
I did not recognize,
The fire burning in her eyes.
Did my time.
Took my chances.
Whispered goodbye as she got on a plane,
Never to return again.
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past.
You must fight just to keep them alive.
This love has taken its toll on me.
They stack the odds.
Still,
We take to the street.
Oh, kept playing love like it was just a game,
Pretending to feel the same.
The last known survivor stalks his prey in the night.
Just a man and his will to survive.
This love has taken its toll on me too many times before.
It's the thrill of the fight,
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival.
I'll fix these broken things.
Repair your broken wings.
And make sure everything is all right.
Went the distance,
Now I'm not gonna stop.
Just a man and his will to survive.
We trade our passion for glory.
She said goodbye too many times before.
Had the guts,
Got the glory.
It's the thrill of the fight.
I have no choice,
'Cause I won't say goodbye anymore.
The last know survivor stalks his prey in the night.
She said goodbye too many times before.
This love has taken its toll on me.
I won't say goodbye anymore.
Songs: Eye of the Tiger/This Love
Crazy? Maybe.
I believe there is magic in this world. I believe that there are things we can never know, and because we can never know everything, no one can know there isn’t magic. I believe there are things in our world that we will never understand. Therefore, I believe that magic is a possibility. Our entire learning system is based on doing something, and accepting that tit is right, until we can prove it isn’t. And we are always, always, trying to prove it isn’t right. Many will think this is a childish belief. That’s okay. I don’t need them to believe in my belief for me to have it. I believe that any creatures we have accepted as not real, and never real, were real, at some point in time. I believe that the stories we have must have been based off of something. I believe there are more possibilities in this world than any person can account for. I believe that things can be changed in ways that, at this time, we say are not possible. I believe that inanimate obects can have personalities, and that many have spirits. I believe there are many beings with power over our world, perhaps not quite gods, but beings that can influence our world like one. I believe that everything lives more than once. After all, how else could you explain Deja Vu? How else could you feel you know a person, a place, a thing you have never seen before? I believe this world is much bigger tha we could ever know. I believe there are other worlds that are not yet known. I believe in possibilities, in magic, in what could and should be. I believe in fate, that some things were meant to be. You don’t have to understand it. You don’t have to share it. Don’t ask me to go into depth, because even I don’t even really undestand it myself, most of the time. I just... I believe there is more. My beliefs are weird. I am well aware of that. I am well aware that I sound crazy. Perhaps I am. Sometimes, though, the truth seems unlikely, but that does not make it untrue. Honestly, though, who can really know about these sorts of things? Who can say what is real, and what is not? Who can say what is possible? No one can know everything.