There are two book series called The Mortal Instrument and Infernal Devices. They are book series that I love (and everyone must read them).
The other day I saw two songs of two girls who had composed some songs for the book series. I found they were very well made and perfectly matched the letters with books, so I'm going to leave here, for fans of the series to hear them.
Warrior - Beth Crowley
Fire and Ice - Olivia
A Way To Escape
Sometimes, I wish I was a bird, so when I wanted to escape from my problems, I just had to open my wings and fly. Fly away.
domingo, 2 de junio de 2013
lunes, 8 de abril de 2013
Just him and her
It was a perfect afternoon. The sun shone as ever, clouds
seemed more cotton than normally, the grass had a lovely green, the birds sang
while the whole park was quiet.
And he was there.
He was the most perfectly of that afternoon.
She looked at him.
He smiled and kissed her.
In that momento they seemed they were infinite.
Their lips joined in harmony, as they’ve always done. They
seemed to be made for each other. They fit perfectly, like the gears of a
machine.
It wasn’t necessary talking when they wanted to say
something. They just have to look each other. “The eyes are the mirror of the
soul.”
The boy's brown
eyes with the girl’s blue eyes.
He saw in her eyes all that the girl did not say, because he
knew she was shy. The brightness of her
eyes reflected her happiness. And that was what he liked the most.
He loved her for almost everything she was.
He just loved her.
As she loved him too.
***
domingo, 7 de abril de 2013
The sky is yours
If you try, you can get all the goals you've set.
You have to try, sometimes with more effort, but in the end,
all your efforts will be rewarded.As this song says:
"The sky is yours".
Lost
-I'm not very good at writing, but yesterday I started writing a text of a story. I like how it went (more or less) so I decided to post it. I hope you also like it.-
She stopped running close to her treehouse. The tears ran over her face, from her eyes to her throat.
***
She stopped running close to her treehouse. The tears ran over her face, from her eyes to her throat.
She heard a car. It was the police car.
She climbed up the stairs and went to the house. The girl
prayed that the police hadn’t seen her.
After a while, the girl stopped hearing the car. In fact, she
heard nothing. All was silence and calm. She told herself that she would be
safe, but her body didn’t believe it. It didn’t stop shaking.
She remembered what had happened a few minutes ago. She
remembered the knive. She remembered the scream. She remembered the blood.
Her hands were full of blood. She didn’t have time to clean
them.
The girl screamed. She wanted to forget everything, she
didn’t want to remember. She wishes she could erase the past. How many times
the girl had dreamed with a button that erased the past, just a few hours. She
just wanted more time to think and reconsider what she had done. Now everything
was actually done, there was no return.
The girl was terrified. She didn’t know where she could go.
And she was alone, as she had always been.
***
viernes, 5 de abril de 2013
Nothing lasts forever
Yeah, everything ends. All things in planet have
their own end. Even the planet, and our Sun.
But humans normally love holding on everything. We are not with the idea that we have to
change. The world changes and we must do the same. But of course, it is very
comfortable sitting on the couch, doing absolutely nothing.
If we love something,
we find hard to get rid of that. But sometimes you have to see that it’s finished,
or it hurts us. Then, we have to change.
Nothing lasts
forever, and we must understand, although it costs. In this world, everything
is passing through, and we can’t stop it.miércoles, 3 de abril de 2013
Oblivion
We pretend to forget. If someone hurts us, our defense mechanism is forgetting. But sometimes you have to remember. Yes, remember, because this way we won't fall into the same mistake. We must learn from our mistakes, accept them, know that they are there; because although we try to forget our past, you can not erase it. Remember and learn.
Suscribirse a:
Entradas (Atom)


