Our head was warm,
My skin was soaked.I called your name 'til the fever broke.
When I awoke
The moon still hung.
The night so black that the darkness hummed
I raised myself.
My legs were weak.
I prayed my mind be good to me.
An awful noise
Filled the air.
I heard a scream in the woods somewhere.
A woman's voice!
I quickly ran
Into the trees with empty hands.
A fox it was,
He shook afraid.
I spoke no words, no sound he made.
His bone exposed,
His hind was lame.
I raised a stone to end his pain.
What caused the wound?
How large the teeth?
I saw new eyes were watching me.
The creature lunged.
I turned and ran
To save a life I didn't have.
Dear, in the chase
There as I flew
Forgot all prayers of joining you.
I clutched my life
And wished it kept.
My dearest love I'm not done yet
How many years
I know I'll bear
I found something in the woods somewhere.
it was actually a model.
well I wouldn't call it like that
but the fact that it was probably one of the cheapest places to stay for a night is true.
it is a huge building in southern part of the city
the ground floor is a bar/pub with rock concerts taking place almost every day
on the first and second floors there are rentable rooms with kitchen and bathrooms with only hot water showers.
people start to look suspicious to you when you are there and you start to think that maybe you look suspicious to them as well.
very dark almost black skin woman wearing brightly patterned textiles all over her body as well as on her hear which made her white eyeballs pop and scare you every time you accidentally looked to her face, had a piece of pieces of some sort of flesh cut in chunks, mixed, burned and frozen in her bowl and sinked in water ready to be boiled.
Italian girl who stayed in same room as me cried on phone asking her father to send her some money because she was totally broke. then she went to the common kitchen area and made herself a breakfast from other people's food stored in the kitchen
“I have tipped waiters, and I have been tipped by waiters.”
― George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London
the view from the bathroom on the 3rd floor was nice
you can see the old time of semi-detached houses which were a factory workers type of houses back in the industrial revolution times
back of house
lots of oriental foods found in the kitchen since a variety of ethnicities
it was ridiculously cheap comparing with the local property rental prices so most of the people who stay here are poor ones
although they like to treat themselves with a piece of cheese, olives and a glass of wine from time to time
food boxes in the kitchen
even if I am hearing this song at least 5 times a day at work
still it's beautiful and deserves to be in my blog
Every step is moving me up
Moving, it's moving me up
Each tiny, tiny move
Is all I need and I jump over
This is how we walk on the moon
not really a superb song or video but again the character choose for the video creates magic
I was born in a thunderstormI grew up overnight
I played alone
I'm playing on my own
I wanted everything I never had
Like the love that comes with light
I wore envy and I hated that
But I survived
I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don't change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you're taught to cry in your pillow
But I'll survive
I'm still breathing
I found solace in the strangest place
Way in the back of my mind
I saw my life in a stranger's face
And it was mine
You took it all, but I'm still breathing
I had made every single mistake
That you could ever possibly make
I took and I took and I took what you gave
But you never noticed that I was in pain
I knew what I wanted; I went in and got it
Did all the things that you said that I wouldn't
I told you that I would never be forgotten
I know that's part of you
what is that?
am I the only one who does not see Christmas in this video at all?
why Bill Elliot? is he somehow related with Burberry Christmas?
what does Beckham kid, Naomi, Elton John has in common?
those artificial glitter and scarves in the wind looks just awful
I mean jumping? seriously? that's all you can offer and expect a Christmas miracle sales??
yes Burberry is British company but people do not want that crappy 80s England image for sure.