There's A Voice...

Who makes me drea since I am a little child. A voice who shows so much of my soul sice I am a little child.

I do listen to this woman since I am a small kid, I am almost turning 22 and I still love to listen to her. She still chills my bones out in long nights of loneliness. She stills reminds me of my Death's desire. She makes me wish to honour her name wherever I do go. I show her voice to anyone who tell me he/she doesn't knows her.

And Since we al need smile, I have chosen one picture of her with a sweet smile. She deserves it. She deserves that, sometimes, my blog is not for my own sadness, for my own melancholy, but for the way I miss her, as she diedalmost 10 years ago. My love, my passion, my obsession.

I still sin her songs... I still feel her voice passing my ears and going to my chest, making me trembling... I still feel her breath, when I watch videos of her live in any part of the World.

I still desire of listening her voice live...




I still expect of a new album or of new songs of her.... I still expect of a new on te TV or in the newspaper, saying she gave a new concert and gave innovation to anything...

I still drink of her sadness, of her melancholy... I drtink her poets, like the they was the last drop of water in the desert...

I still see so much of myself in her... I still...

And so few goes on...

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