Thursday, December 28, 2006


"You´ll be loved, you´ll be loved like you never have known And the memories of me will seem more like a bad dreams Just a series of blurs: Like I never occurred Someday You will be loved" Gibbard/Walla "Burn it down ´til the embers smoke on the ground And start a new when your heart is empty room With walls of the deepest blue" Gibbard "Sorrow drips into you heart through a pinhole Just Like a fauncet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound But while you debate half-empty half-full it slowly rises:your love is gonna drown" Gibbard


Pianos by Judith Pedroza  “I am a piano tuner”, a young man explains while he is waiting for his appointment with the psychiatri...