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Peace is not the destination, peace is the way

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, “There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see. “
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, “I’m here on a shore leave,”
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, “You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride. “
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it’s queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

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You’re holy, I’m high on loving you

When the sun had left and the winter came
And the sky thawed to only bring the rain
I sat in darkness
All broken-hearted
I couldn’t find a day I didn’t feel alone
I never meant to cry, started losing hope
But somehow baby
You broke through and saved me

You’re an angel. Tell me you’re never leaving
‘Cause you’re the first thing I know I can believe in

You’re holy, holy, holy, holy
I’m high on loving you, high on loving you
You’re holy, holy, holy, holy
I’m high on loving you, high on loving you

You made the brightest days from the darkest nights
You’re the river bank where I was baptized
Cleansed from the demons
That were killing my freedom
Let me lay you down, give me to ya
Get you singing, babe, hallelujah
We’ll be touching
We’ll be touching heaven

You’re an angel. Tell me you’re never leaving
‘Cause you’re the first thing I know I can believe in

You’re holy, holy, holy, holy
I’m high on loving you, high on loving you
You’re holy, holy, holy, holy
I’m high on loving you, high on loving you

I don’t need these stars ’cause you shine for me
Like fire in my veins, you’re my ecstasy
You’re my ecstasy

You’re holy, holy, holy, holy
I’m high on loving you, high on loving you
You’re holy, holy, holy, holy
I’m high on loving you, high on loving you

You’re the healing hands where it used to hurt
You’re my saving grace, you’re my kind of church
You’re holy

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Credits:

  • Mesh head – [AK Deluxe] Leon Bento Head – by KaoZ Koba
  • Mesh body – EXMACHINA Davide Bento Avatar v 2.1/ No head –  by Ramses Meredith
  • Skin applier and shapeEgozy Marcus/ Golden – by Nicole Button
  • Hair and hairbase – .:EMO-tions:.   Aidan/ Brown GG – by Mirja Mills
  • Outfit – [Marquesse] On My Knees (@ The Darkness Event) – by Marquesse Team
  • Pose (pic 4) – Voir All You Can Pose/ Male Poses – by Su Voir

Hay más tiempo que vida

Today’s post I wanted to dedicate to a Dia De Los Muertos – Day of The Death holiday celebrating at November 2nd.

Dia De Los Muertos is one of Mexico’s traditional holidays reuniting and honoring beloved ancestors, family and friends. It is an ancient and enduring ritual when the living commune with the dead – a mystical night when the veil is lifted between their two realms and they may share a day together. The historical roots of this celebration date back to the pre-Hispanic cultures of Meso-America of the indigenous people, especially the Nahua (Aztecs, Mayans, Toltecas, Tlaxcaltec, Chichimec, Tecpanec) and others native to Mexico more than 3,000 years. When the Spaniards conquered the country, this indigenous custom was rooted so deeply that, after five centuries of colonization, it has continued to survive and remain as celebrated as in its first days. Throughout each period in Mexican culture, death seems to hold no terror. In Mexican art, legends, and religion, death has not been a mysterious and fearful presence but a realistic recognizable character as much a part of life as life itself. Dia De Los Muertos expresses this perspective: it is not a mournful commemoration but a happy and colorful celebration where Death takes a lively, friendly expression and is not frightening or strange. There is no place for sorrow or weeping for this could be interpreted as a discourteous to the dead relatives who are visiting gladly. Indigenous people believed that souls did not die, that they continued living in Mictlán (Place of Death) a special place for them to finally rest. On Dia De Los Muertos, tradition holds that the dead return to earth to visit their living relatives. It is believed that although these relatives can’t see them, they can surely feel them. This night is an important feast and evocation. It is a time when family members share memorable stories that evoke the lives of their ancestors . Offerings and altars are created to welcome and commemorate the dead. Marigolds and incense are offered in abundance because it is believed their aromatic scents guide the dead to the place where the feast is being held. . A profusion of candles dispels the darkness just as the souls are being illuminated from the shadows of death. Altars are created with photos, mementos, fruit, bread, and other favorite things of the ancestors being welcomed and honored. The artifacts of these altars also provide the opportunity to teach children about those who came before them. Dia De Los Muertos is a time of celebration on remembrance. It is also a time to come to terms with our mortality and become aware of the cycle of life and death. Rather than deny and fear death this event teaches us to accept and contemplate the meaning of mortality. (Source)

I didn’t want to paste a song in this post that’s why I found an interesting video telling about holiday very good. I do hope that each of our passed relatives is not forgotten, because they live in our hearts and souls until we remember them…

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Talk dirty to me

Jason
Jason Derulo
Get jazzy on it

[Jason Derulo:]
I’m that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable

‘Cause I know what the girl them need,
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport,
You make it hard to leave

[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don’t speak their language
But your booty don’t need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you—you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on it

[Jason Derulo:]
You know the words to my songs
No habla inglés
Our conversations ain’t long
But you know what is

I know what the girl them want,
London to Taiwan
I got lipstick stamps on my passport
I think I need a new one

[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don’t speak their language
But your booty don’t need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you—you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me

[Jason Derulo:]
Uno, met your friend in Rio
Dos, she was all on me-oh
Tres, we can ménage à three though
Quatro, ooh (2 Chainz!)

[2 Chainz:]
Dos Cadenas, close to genius
Sold out arenas, you can s*ck my p*nis
Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck
Chest to chest, tongue on neck
International oral sex
Every picture I take, I pose a threat
Bought a jet, what do you expect?
Her p*ssy’s so good I bought her a pet
Anyway, every day I’m trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under “Big Booty”
Anyway, every day I’m trying to get to it
Got her saved in my phone under “Big Booty”

[Jason Derulo:]
Been around the world, don’t speak their language
But your booty don’t need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you—you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me (you you you)
Talk dirty to me (yeah yeah)
Talk dirty to me (talk to me)
Talk dirty to me (oh yeah)
Get jazzy on it

What? I don’t understand!

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Credits:

  • Mesh head – CATWA Head Dino Bento V 3.1 – by Catwa Clip
  • Mesh body – [SIGNATURE] Gianni V 4.3a – by Raph Dirval
  • Skin applier – *Birth* Troy/ Tone 04 – by Silent Alchemi
  • Eyebrows applier – *Birth* Ragged Eyebrows – by Silent Alchemi
  • Eyes – CATWA Realistic Mesh Eyes – by Catwa Clip
  • Hair – .:EMO-tions:.   Aidan/ Brown GG – by Mirja Mills
  • Jeans – from EC Street Guy Black – by JieJie Emerald
  • Mesh skybox – inVerse Monterey– by Novocaine Islay
  • Poses – WRONG  Static Male Poses 2 – by SatanLoveM

 

I can show you the world

I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide!

I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride

A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we’re only dreaming

A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I’m way up here
It’s crystal clear
That now I’m in a whole new world with you

Now I’m in a whole new world with you

Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky
A whole new world
(Don’t you dare close your eyes)
A hundred thousand things to see
(Hold your breath it gets better)
I’m like a shooting star
I’ve come so far
I can’t go back to where I used to be

A whole new world
(Every turn a surprise)
With new horizons to pursue
(Every moment, red-letter)

I’ll chase them anywhere
There’s time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you

A whole new world
(A whole new world)
That’s where we’ll be
(That’s where we’ll be)

A thrilling chase

A wondrous place

For you and me

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LADYBLANCE

MrBlance

Tea … is a religion of the art of life*

*Kakuzō OkakuraThe Book of Tea

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If I tried to make a heartless person cry, then I would’t ever die

Inspired and extremely in love with this song, such a great lyrics, video and performance it has.

[Verse:]
I’m feeling paralyzed
And I’m not what I used to be
And trough my bloody eyes
Can’t see the light I used to see
And what do i stand for and for what i live
Is it a time for me to take or still I need to give

[Chorus:]
If I tried
To make a wounded eagle fly
If I tried
To make a heartless person cry
If i tried
To find an answer to a “why”
If I tried
Then I would’t ever die

[Verse:]
My heart is braking for
All the broken promises
And at the end of it all
I know someone will come and kill the desease
There is nothing else to say cuz I can’t lie no more
So it is time to stand for what I am living for

[Chorus:]
If I tried
To make a wounded eagle fly
If I tried
To make a heartless person cry
If i tried
To find an answer to a “why”
If I tried
Then I would’t ever die

To make a wounded eagle fly
To make a heartless person cry
To find an answer to a “why”
If i tried

If I tried
To make a wounded eagle fly
If I tried
To make a heartless person cry
If i tried
To find an answer to a “why”
If I tried
Then I would’t ever die

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Credits:

  • Mesh head – [AK] Julian Bento Mesh Head V 2.6 (new) – by KaoZ Koba
  • Mesh body – [SIGNATURE] Gianni V 3.5 – by Raph Dirval
  • Skin applier – [AK] Julian Bento Mesh Head V 2.6/ Tone o4 – by KaoZ Koba
  • Eyes – IKON Charm Eyes/ Sky – by Ikon Innovia
  • Hair – .:EMO-tions:.   Aidan/ Brown GG – by Mirja Mills
  • Outfit – [The Forge] Apex Tracksuit/ Black – by Deccan Arida
  • Poses – Voir All You Can Pose/ Male Poses – by Su Voir

Aimer jusqu’à en mourir d’amour

La nuit est si belle
Et je suis seule
Je n’ai pas envie de mourir
Je veux encore chanter
Danser et rire
Je ne veux pas mourir
Mourir
Avent d’avoir aimé

Vivre
Pour celui qu’on aime
Aimer
Plus que l’amour même
Donner
Sans rien attendre en retour

Libre
De choisir sa vie
Sans un anathème
Sans interdit

Libre
Sans dieu ni patrie
Avec pour seul baptême
Celui de l’eau de pluie

Vivre
Pour celui qu’on aime
Aimer
Plus que l’amour même
Donner
Sans rien attendre en retour

Ces deux mondes qui nous séparent
Un jour seront-ils réunis
Oh ! je voudrais tellement y croire
Même s’il me faut donner ma vie
Donner ma vie
pour changer l’histoire

Vivre
Pour celui qu’on aime
Aimer
Plus que l’amour même
Donner
Sans rien attendre en retour

Aimer
Comme la nuit aime le jour
Aimer
Jusqu’à en mourir d’amour
Jusqu’à en mourir d’amour

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Je suis fille de grands chemins

Phoebus:
D’où viens-tu belle étrangère
Fille du ciel ou de la terre
Bel oiseau de paradis
Que viens-tu faire par ici ?

Esmeralda:
Refrain
Bohémienne
Nul ne sait le pays d’où je viens
Bohémienne
Je suis fille de grands chemins
Bohémienne
Bohémienne
Qui peut dire où je serai demain
Bohémienne
Bohémienne
C’est écrit dans les lignes de ma main

Ma mère me parlait de l’Espagne
Comme si c’était son pays
Et des brigands dans les montagnes
Dans les montagnes d’Andalousie
Dans les montagnes d’Andalousie

Je n’ai plus ni père ni mère
J’ai fait de Paris mon pays
Mais quand j’imagine la mer
Elle m’emmène loin d’ici
Vers les montanges d’Andalousie

Refrain
J’ai passé toute mon enfance
Pieds nus sur les monts de Provence
Pour les gitans la route est longue
La route est longue

Je continuerai mon errance
Au-delà des chemins de France
Je les suivrai au bout du monde
Au bout du monde

Un fleuve d’Andalousie
Coule dans mon sang
Coule dans mes veines

Le ciel d’andalousie
Vaut-il la peine
Qu’on y revienne ?

Refrain
C’est écrit dans les lignes de ma main
D’où viens-tu belle étrangère
Fille du ciel ou de la terre
Bel oiseau de paradis
Que viens-tu faire par ici ?

Esmeralda:
Refrain
Bohémienne
Nul ne sait le pays d’où je viens
Bohémienne
Je suis fille de grands chemins
Bohémienne
Bohémienne
Qui peut dire où je serai demain
Bohémienne
Bohémienne
C’est écrit dans les lignes de ma main

Ma mère me parlait de l’Espagne
Comme si c’était son pays
Et des brigands dans les montagnes
Dans les montagnes d’Andalousie
Dans les montagnes d’Andalousie

Je n’ai plus ni père ni mère
J’ai fait de Paris mon pays
Mais quand j’imagine la mer
Elle m’emmène loin d’ici
Vers les montanges d’Andalousie

Refrain
J’ai passé toute mon enfance
Pieds nus sur les monts de Provence
Pour les gitans la route est longue
La route est longue

Je continuerai mon errance
Au-delà des chemins de France
Je les suivrai au bout du monde
Au bout du monde

Un fleuve d’Andalousie
Coule dans mon sang
Coule dans mes veines

Le ciel d’andalousie
Vaut-il la peine
Qu’on y revienne ?

Refrain
C’est écrit dans les lignes de ma main

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Someday I`ll learn to love these scars still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

Finally the hills are without eyes
They are tired of painting a dead man’s face
red with their own blood

They used to love having so much to lose
Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins

[Chorus:]
Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don’t you see?
You chose the long road, but we’ll be waiting

Bye bye, beautiful

Jacob`s ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blind
Dead Siblings walking the dying Earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
Slow toll now the funeral bells

“I need to die to feel alive”

[Chorus]

Bye bye, beautiful

It’s not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I`ll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

How blind can you be, don’t you see?
That the gambler lost all he does not have…

[Chorus]

Bye bye, beautiful

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