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Friday, July 22
whatever


here's just a new song i wrote, it's not much and it's unfinished:



i walk with the night at my back
with death by my side
i walk the streets
where you'd always hide
 
behold the stars and
night's black veil
draped over them
like diamonds spilled
on an endless floor
 
i don't know where i'm goin'
that's all i got from runnin' away
i won't make no prommises today
i'm runnin' to infinity
got a ticket no return
 
it's hard to hold on
when your dream's have been shattered
it's hard to keep strong
when the world's in your face
-yeah!

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Tuesday, July 12
Sicily

Here I am back from Sicily, doing as close as I can to nothing and enjoying it. Here is my vacation I waited so long for and I've got nothing to do. Here are my pics from Sicily:

 ..::Cefalù::..

     ..::Greek Temple::..      



                                                      ..::Murals::..

         


..:: This is a picture of a crater near Europe's largest volcano, a.k.a. Etna ::..

 


Sunday, June 5
on Love


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Thursday, June 2
I love this song!!


The Ramones- I Believe in Miracles

I used to be on an endless run
Believed in miracles 'cuz I'm one
I've been blessed with the power to survive
After all these years I'm still alive

I'm out here kickin with the band
I am no longer a solitary man
Everyday my time runs out
Live like a fool, that's what i was about

Oh I belive in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Oh Oh I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you

Tattooed your name on my arm
I always said my girl's a good luck charm
If she can find a reason to forgive
Then i can find a reason to live

I used to be on an endless run
Believed in miracles 'cuz I'm one
I've been blessed with the power to survive
After all these years I'm still alive

Oh I belive in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Oh Oh I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you

I close my eyes and think how it might be
the future's here today
it's not too late, it's not too late oh

I belive in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Oh I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you



 



Posted at 04:30 pm by * fran *
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Tuesday, May 31
time spent being immortal questioning mortal life

Immortality can be reached only after death.

Everyone’s searching for the complete definition to life, and they don’t stop and realize that this isn’t it.

Time means allot to me. I love having plenty of time to kill, I love wasting time just thinking, I hate deadlines and I hate not having enough time to do want I want. I hate being rushed. It also disturbs me having to sleep when I could be spending my time in other things…

I don’t consider myself nor modest nor un-modest: I wouldn’t know, I just tell the truth about myself, if I suck at playing certain songs, I admit it without problems, smiling. I don’t like to show off anyway it’s not like anyone would notice. I’m pretty sincere as a human-being maybe I leave out things, “white lies” people call them, but they’re not lies…

The other day I found fifty francs hidden in an old birthday card underneath all of the other junk & papers on my desk, you never know where you’ll find treasure…

Posted at 05:08 pm by * fran *
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Sunday, May 29
luck

Me and Luck are starting to get to know each other more. We're starting to hang out in these days... and somehow this makes me feel not like my self, i'm not used to having luck on my side. the most she ever stayed was 40 minutes, now she spends the night at my place.

Thursday, May 26
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She's skipping barefoot through the grass
white roses in her hand
and  at every step she takes
a rose falls to the ground

Oh, she's proud, she's proud all right
she doesn't care what others think
sooner or later, girl you'll die

she's standing naked in the rain
singin to the stars
she wont understand their pain
maybe she bound to learn someday
but yeah,

she's proud, she's proud all right
she doesn't care what others think
sooner or later, girl you'll die

she's laying in her bed contemplating emptiness
there's silence in the night
as she lays her ming to rest
and somehow she's still proud

Oh, she's proud, she's proud all right
she doesn't care what others think
sooner or later, girl you'll die

Sooner or later, girl, you'll die

-(greet the stars for me, girl)-

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Monday, May 23
Rock is the Reason

I remember the first time I heard Smells Like Teen Spirit... For me music was just an interesting rite I would’ve gladly taken part in. After that I went out and brought tons of new CDs and stopper listening to my old ones. I started to hear myself in the music, my reflection stood between the lines of lyrics. Rock was no longer just a passion now, it was the one and only thing I wanted to stick to my whole life and believe in. Music became Religion; And a sacred Religion it was.       Not sacred like a language so sacred you can’t speak it – what’s the use? Sacred things are to be used, not taken for granted; use it as much as possible before it’s too late. I mean, CARPE DIEM!


Rock is the Reason


Saturday, May 21
INNOCENT YOUTH


here is a song i promised, i keep my promises and have nothing to write about.





My head spins, my brain melts

You know i know

Love has nothing to do with this

No, but i don’t care...

You always think you always know

Whats right

Force me to tell the truth

But i’ll never be your slave...

Everyone says

Only the old have wisdom

But do they remember the days

Of their innocent youth?

(their innocent youth...)

The universe and stars

They don’t have much pourpose

Makin’ men more greedy

Blind men who see more than others

With eyes even bigger that their mouths

If a feeling’s deep down in our hearts

Why not find the courage to

Just dig it out?

Behind a smile there’s always a tear

Behind these lines there could be a meaning

We’re still young so we still remember

The days of mortal immportance

Of innocent youth...

innocent youth...         so there must be a meaning...

innocent youth...         innocent youth...


Friday, May 6
Blue Reflections


photo ã me

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..::ME::..

name: Francesca
born: 3/31/91
home: yellow house somewhere in Switzerland
hair: short and red/brown...
eyes: brown, every-now-and-then green
other: very pale skin

favorits:
-book: Neverwhere -Neil Gaiman
-band: Nirvana
-movie: Lord of the rings
-comic: Sandman & Death
...writing
...reading
...dreaming
-color: transparent-blue
-sport: none
-place: England
-poet: Frank O'Hara
-artist: Dave McKean
-music: anything classified under "rock" & grunge





I like: dark chocolate, hippies, red hair, music, reading, writing, the color blue & transparent-blue, guitars, drawing, Neil Gaiman, wierd stuff, having fun, guys with long hair, striped t-shirts, rock, cats, freedom, knowing what’s right, horses, photography, acdc, aerosmith, bon jovi, boomtown rats, clash, creed, dio, foo fighters, goo goo dolls, guns n' roses, jim morrison, led zeppelin, melvins, metallica, mud honey, nirvana, pearl jam, queen, ramones, r.e.m., skid row, sonic youth, soundgarden, tenacius d, u2, van halen, velvet underground... and lots of other good bands, england, warm-perfect weather, stardust, and wind as long as it’s not bone-chilling. The rest of the things like for example school, rap, snow, coffee, hypocrits, and rich people i don’t like. Please leave a comment



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..::WORDS::..



As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And I loved, I loved alone.

-EdgarAllenPoe



I rather be hated for who I am
Than to be loved for who I am not.

-KurtCobain



Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.

-Jim Morrison





..::GALLERY::..

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