Seguir viviendo sin tu amor

Si a tu corazón yo llego igual
todo siempre se podrá elegir
no me escribas la pared
sólo quiero estar entre tu piel

Y si acaso no brillara el sol
y quedara yo atrapado aquí
no veria la razón
de seguir viviendo sin tu amor

y hoy que enloquecido vuelvo
buscando tu querer
no queda más que el viento
no queda mas que el viento

Bones bones bones bones bones

i want to feel them.

Strawberry fields forever

Always, no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean "Yes," but it's all wrong. That is I think I disagree
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Lamb to the Slaughter

She loved to luxuriate in the presence of this man, and to feel -almost as a sunbather feels the sun - that warm male glow that came out of him to her they were alone together. She loved him for the way he sat loosely in a chair, for the way he came in a door, or moved slowly across the room with long strides. She loved the intent, far look in his eyes when they rested on her, the funny shape of the mouth, and especially the way he remained silent about his tiredness, sitting still with himself until the whisky had taken some of it away.
Her eyes waited on him for an answer, a smile, a little nod, but he made no sign.