i fucking love this song

a rare and blistering sun shines down
on grace cathedral park
there with you i fear the time
when air gets dark
you know i don't spend days like this
caught up in lost times of youth that i miss
can almost hear rollercoasters
see sailboats in the sea
hear noise and screaming
weaving in and out of
happy music box sounds
but here on the ground
we're so far away from that
time turned older now
we walked down the hill
i feel the coming on
of the fading sun
and i know for sure
that you'll never be the one
it's the forbidden moment that we live
that fires our sad escape
and holds passion more that words can say
tell me why are you like this
are you the same with anyone?
save me from my sickness and tell me
why do you treat me like?
tell me why are you like this
are you the same with anyone?
save me from my sickness and tell me
why are you like this??

your eyes are rivulets of paint
they only add adornment i smear your cheek
the red down your neck and shoulders
white on your chest
when you squint
they leak aqua marine
they say
the hardest one to make

Reading

I have so much left to read and not enough hours in the day-I may be getting a cold. I feel a bit under the weather. Yesterday, was lovely. M got a haircut and I went to urban outfitters and went a *little crazy. Here are some pictures of our day at the beach on Saturday-
And here is where we made camp-Aurora was feeding sand to her doll-and Ana Maria & Facundo enjoying the sun.
Here is Oscar and Aurora

The boys: Tomas & Facundo splashing around.
The sun begining it's decent back home.

Hope your day goes well. Love, e.

E

Just another blog in the midst of many-this is my 4th blog. This is addicting-so much reading to do. Hopefully soon M can fiddle with the HTML to change the look a bit more-we need background and colors.
All the templates currently offerred are meh-I really must start running if I want to run/race a marathon in December. I'm pathetic-damn you Chell for moving:)

Hammer liked my "free-write." Kind woman. So much reading to do, that by the eighth hour my eyes were burning. And I am still not finished.
Oh well, the stuff is damned exciting to read.

Sleep well,I hope you are happy and full but foolish and brave.