Květen 2009

Key of the truth

16. května 2009 v 0:05 Moje texty
predkec-som zvedava ci jedneho dna toto dokazem minimalne precitat osobe ktorej je to adresovane-osobe ktoru lubim jak kona...co jedneho,cele stado!len ma obcas problem mi rozumiet...:(...a to ma strasne mrzi a desi zaroven...!

One day, the day after another
one day, you ll probably discover
one day, whats deeply inside
one day, you ll probably find

(chorus)
what is hard to read
what is hard to guess
what is hard to figure out
from all of this mess
There is no lie,so this is true
also for me is hard to use
the key of the truth

One day, i ll ptobably dare
to use the key,even I am scared
One day, I ll open the door
hopping i wont be smashed on the floor

(chorus)
So this is true, there is no lie
also for me is hard to fight
to lift that key
and set it free
all the fears I have to breath
so please believe me

(spoken)
When I am telling
than I am not lying
that I am just scared
I am freaking out
what will be found?!

one day, I want you to be there
one day, even I m scared
cause maybe you wont like me so much
but that day i will need your touch

(chorus)
And this is all true
there is no lie
maybe you think it s hard to find
the way to me
how to set it free
all the fears I have to breath

(spoken)
But I need just time
to get enough forces
to hold the key of the truth

hej hej

4. května 2009 v 12:14 Akože editorial:)
Hej hej,ola, hi, nazdar...etc...
tak co tu mame dnes? akuze hlboku uvahu sem nahodim? nuz len tolko ze sa mi to pomaly krati a nechcem na to mysliet ani omylom,lebo zakazdym ked mi to pride na rozum, dost lapam po dychu a mam obavu zo zastavy srdca-taky mensi zachvat paniky...to nie ze by som nemala rada ludi co su doma,ale nechcem stratit tych co su tu...a niektori mi prirastli k srdcu az nenormalne...
aspon ze jedna z mojich lasok je slovenka...ale co ti co nie su? Ako sa vysporiadam s tym ze uz nikdy neuvidim maleho kuceraveho Taliana Cica?Tvrdohlaveho Francuza Thomasa?...ale najviac tu blaznivu,prastenu, sexom a hasom posadnutu holandanku Debbie?! V dobe ked som si myslela ze moje srdce je tvrde ako kamen,v dobe ked zatvrdlo na obranu z poslednej rany a planovalo sa nikdy(alebo aspon nie tak skoro otvorit) pride akasi sialena bytost a rozvrta mi ochranny obal na sitko...chvilu som bola opat zranitelna,ale lepsia...o vela lepsia...a teraz? uvedomujem si ze...raz dva tri-nadych,vydych,nadych,vydych-ze uz ide koniec...5 tyzdnov a 5 mesiacov jasenia, besnenia a neviem vsetkeho je ...over! a moje srdce zacina byt opat tvrde,brani sa ,aby netrpelo...ale najradsej by som mu vynadala! radsej si chcem totiz uzit naplno cas co mi ostava!ved 5 tyzdnov nie je tak malo!!!radsej si to uzit naplno a potom trpiet ako zviera,nez si posrat cas co mi ostava a trpiet urcitym zmyslom teraz a aj potom-lutujuc ze som si posrala posledne okamihy!
Moje srdce uzatvara do seba pocity,tie smutne co sa vyskytli,snazi sa udrzat si akysi standy by mode,ale pritom...uzatvara aj pozitivne pocity...neda sa zial selektovat ci chces citit len dobre veci alebo zle...bud vsetko,alebo nic...a ja sa musim rozhodnut,ci odomknut tu pandorinu skrinku a prist na to,co ma okrem odchodu tak desne serie ,alebo ostat kamenom...ci sa konecne pokusim najst odpoved na holandsku otazku: What´s up?!Why are you lying to me?!
I am not a liar,I am just scared!