I’ve been having the desire to create a video about a really sad love story…. WEIRD RIGHT?!

http://www.youtube.com/v/rS_0gOMkOkQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca

Puedes contar conmigo ( Translated by me)

Music and Lyrics by Amaia Montero

Coffee with some salt. Then you feel like crying. My world seems to fall apart, I can tell the end is near.I don’t want to win. Now, how would that help me? Tired of those types of excuses, they won’t take me anywhere. And now, all there’s left are the good times from yesterday. These memories were ours, and now I just want to believe…

That you won’t forget, the winter nights in Madrid, the endless nights without sleep. Life kept going and I felt that I would die of love while watching you roaming by the gate, sitting on the ground you never thought, that you can count on me…

Hate was never there. Only good thinking. Making ourselves believe that we had the world at our feet. When the dream comes to me, silently I will start to build, a life with every color where we both can happily live. And now, all there’s left are the good times from yesterday. These memories were ours, and now I just want to believe…

That you won’t forget, the winter nights in Madrid, the endless nights without sleep. Life kept going and I felt that I would die of love while watching you roaming by the gate, sitting on the ground you never thought, that you can count on me forever…

Now I can’t help, but miss you as I grab your hand from the past. I feel like seeing you, seeing you, and I think you won’t forget the winter nights in Madrid, the endless nights without sleep. Life kept going and I felt that I would die of love while watching you roaming by the gate, sitting on the ground you never thought, that you can count on me. That you won’t forget, the winter nights in Madrid, the endless nights without sleep. Life kept going and I am dying, I’m dying for you…..

So I took pictures… I guess this weird mood comes from the endless sunsets I’ve been around lately…
-Oro continua

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Thoughts from the fog…

Beautiful sunset yesterday… Simply breath taking….



Be careful with the lights
For they can blind a man.
As the wind can only be felt,
So is the good and the bad.
Effects let us know about presence.
Silence screams fear of the unknown.
We must then be heard!
Share our calling with the world.
Ask Him to give you courage,
Before… more children…
Give their last breath…
Why can’t we see,
that what we have,
It’s only what we choose to see?
Why do we let the Shine,
blind us from righteous keys?
Why are there lobster heels,
Stomping to the death of thee?
I now know what my job is,
To ask for wisdom,
To stop creating their laughter in my mind.
To stop deciding where they are going.
For I can’t see what’s real.
Therefore, it’s time to look above their shoulder,
Then act like you did not.
And as the river gives you motion,
Still hear the clouds, for they sure know.

-Oro Continua

A week of Obsession

I sit and look at the overwhelming mountains… and think about everything…
This poem should be self explanatory…
A Large group meeting,
Teaching the truth.
The Exit signs,
Keeping it cool.
Background experience,
Blinding the love.
Selfish behavior,
Out of Control.
Maybe I’m different,
Oh Lord above!
The good feels awkward,
The bad feels worse.

I smear it with lipstick,
The sin is still here.
These roots full of envy,
walking on fear.
Open my heart Lord!
Forgive my soul!
Oh please God help me…
I feel alone…
Working so hard here,
Not getting it done.
Miss Wintour is staring,
She is killing the world.
-Oro Continua