someoneneedstobeheard

                                                                       November, some day

there´s a new blog to read all my posts this one is gonna dissapear in month maybe i don´t yet

see ya at http://someoneneedstobeheard.blogspot.com/

                                                                   sincerely, Mr Moustache

Better live with an answer that suffer with a doubt

                                                                                November, 9th

I´m a bit hot-headed. I lost the journey of November 8th. Now I have to start again…

   A new day have just started. Or maybe not. Why do I have to follow the normal way of measuring time? who said this is how me must live? why a minute is sixty seconds and not a hundred? i´m sure there´s a reason but sincerely I don´t want to Google it…

I don´t know why but today I cannot define my mood. people who read this would think i´m a fucking emo who doesn't´t deserves a place at this world. Well SURPRISE!! i´m not an emo jajaja. Maybe I have something from Elmo but that´s another topic I will explain other day. returning to my mood, i was saying that today I cannot define it, whether I´m happy or not I always write sad and depressing things. In a way I want to change that, but if you think a bit about this, it´s better have a realistic view of real life. I cannot understand why people searches happiness. we don´t have to mix desires with needs. happiness comes alone if you appreciate the things you have. Of course you´ll always have desires, that´s something you cannot get away with. But do not let desires dominates you.

well basically that´s all I have to say for now. Maybe “your” tomorrow I´ll post something else. To me July had never ended…

Good night, sleep tight.. There´s no time to loose time, so if you need to say something to someone please say it, it´s better to live with an answer that suffer with a doubt.

                                                                  Sincerely, Mr Moustache

The reason of being so selfish

                                                                      November, 4th

    I´m not in my mood today. Wherever I see, I see her. I´m tired of thinking she´s the one. I´m tired of being so rational, tired of forgive people who don´t deserve even a shot. The worst of missing you is that I know nothing could bring you back to my life. No one could say to me what to do or what´s the reason of being so selfish that for the only reason I want you here with me is because of the kind of guy I am when you´re with me, surrounding me with you beautiness, your voice, your sweet smell of nothing, your essence your soul...

    Nobody knows who you are, what you were used to do. So my question is... are you the owner of your faith? you can talk to me, if you´re lonely you can talk to me, because you think you know me but you don´t got even a clue!

Nowadays you never know what is and what should never be. Jimmi´s Page guitar is the only sound I wanna hear. I look around the park and the only thing I see is old men feeding birds, like in a black and white movie.

   I don´t know what to write now so I think I´ll just go on writing...

LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES.. No wait! that phrase is from a movie.. then..

SHIT HAPPENS!!  OOh not again! we are slaves of our silences and owners of our words... Or was it in another way? see! school makes you think in the wrong way. You don´t need a qualification to know if you´re clever or smart. In the end you will use your smartness to crap n somebody´s food.

   I´m running out of ink so HELLO, GOODBYE!! LIVE LONG AND PROSPER! HAPPY MICHAEL JACKSON´S DAY! EAT SHIT, CRAP FOOD AND YOU´LL NEVER BE HUNGRY AGAIN!!

so to sum up if you´re tired of your life, search another hobbie, put some music and

                             GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!

                                                                                                                                                                    Sincerely, Mr Moustache  

Breakfast in America

Take a look at my girlfriend
Cos She's the only one I've got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot

Take a jumbo 'cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do

Could we have kippers for breakfast
Mummy dear, Mummy dear
They've got to have them in Texas
Because everyone's a millionaire

I'm a winner, I'm a sinner
Do you want my autograph
I'm a loser, what a joker
I'm playing my jokes upon you
While there's nothing better to do

Don't you look at my girlfriend
For She's the only one I got
Well Not much of a girlfriend
But Never seem to get a lot
What you got? Not a lot

Take a jumbo cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do

IF

If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late.
And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often than I do.
If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don't put your wires in my brain.
If I were the moon, I'd be cool.
If I were a book, I would bend.
If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between friends.
If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.
And if I go insane, will you still let me join in with the game?
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man, I'd talk to you more often than I do.

Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far away?
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,
Means I'm leaving my woman behind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.


And I don't know where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my woman at home.


Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.


Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, I'm riding my blues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow I've got to carry on.

You belong to me..

see the pyramids around the Nile


watch the sunrise from a tropic isle

just remember darling all the while -

you belong to me



see the marketplace in old Angier


send me photographs and souvenirs


just remember when a dream appears -


you belong to me



and I'll be so alone without you

maybe you'll be lonesome too



fly the ocean in a silver plane

see the jungle when it's wet with rain

just remember till you're home again -

you belong to me



oh I'll be so alone without you

maybe you'll be lonesome too



fly the ocean in a silver plane

see the jungle when it's wet with rain

just remember till you're home again -

you belong to me