*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.

Heart, whole

And unshaken

Tiny pieces

Find their way

Together again

Open eyes

And clarity

Breathe deep

And laugh

Too much

Smile loud

And unrestrained

Alive, Alive

I wish to feel

Alive

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

He shares his secret

And slowly

I muster the courage

To look up

And tell him

I already knew

B L U R

R U L B U

B LU R B L

L R U L B

U U

R R

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

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

Entering the room.

He lifts his head,

From my bed.

Yawns.

Curls up.

Asleep again.

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.