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La mujer de hojalata 28 de agosto de 2006 |

Las cosas no son siempre lo que parecen.

Una cara de piedra.
Una sonrisa congelada.
Y todos ven lo que no hay.
Todos ven esa fachada de hojalata.
La mujer de hojalata del mundo de Oz.
Fria.
Y el corazón encerrado entre paredes de fria piedra y duro metal intenta escapar.
Frio.
Brazos inertes.
Frios.
Labios secos.
Frios.
Ojos de cristal.
Frios.
Palabras vacías.
Frias.
Fria.

¿Eso es lo que eres?
Eso es lo que ven...

Cómo duele demostrarle a alguien lo que sientes y que no vea nada...
solo a una mujer de hojalata.

I'm not ok... I promise 21 de agosto de 2006 |


A veces una imagen vale más que mil palabras...


I'm not okay (I promise)

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?

I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
You wear me out.

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what they mean
(I'm not okay)
So be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
You wear me out.

Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took?
You said you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed

I'm okay.
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)

But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)

My Chemical Romance

Vincent Malloy 19 de agosto de 2006 |

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's polite and always does as he's told
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented and wander dark hallways alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So that he and his horrible zombie dog
could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale
he read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane incased in his doom
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, "If you want, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak
the years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."

His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead
These games you play are all in your head
You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
You're seven years old, and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave

She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams

To escape the badness, he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."

Tim Burton

Feelings 16 de agosto de 2006 |

I sing without a reason Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there with open arms and open eyes There's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow I sing if I'm going nowhere It's times like these you learn to love again Life it's just this... it's living I'm addicted to YOU ANY MOMENT EVERYTHING CAN CHANGE I'd do anything to hold you in my arms Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid Are you gonna be my boy? I often wonder how you drive when the road it's too dark to see Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you, kiss you, taste you all night, always Hold on if you feel like letting go It's me against the world and I don't care I just wanna live My shadow's the only one that walks beside me

Naufragio 11 de agosto de 2006 |

Sentir que lo haces todo mal.
Intentar remediarlo.
Hacer las cosas todavía peor.
Recibir críticas que sabes que solo son por tu bien.
Intentar no venirte abajo en un momento así.
Intentar mejorar.
Ver que no puedes.
Hundirte hasta lo más hondo de tu miseria.
Y ver la luz tan lejos…
Tan lejos…
Crees que no podrás salir de allí.
No sabes cuanto tiempo tardarás.
Y mientras estás ahí abajo.
Sola. Angustiada.
Incluso la tristeza sería un sentimiento más agradable.
Te sientes tan mal…
Lo llevas todo por dentro.
Nadie debe notar nada.
Eres solo fachada.
El edificio se derrumba por dentro.
Y a veces sientes que también la fachada se viene abajo.
Intentas mantenerla en pie.
Se cae. Se cae.
Y durante un momento todo se derrumba.
Todo sale a la luz.
Y nadie parece darse cuenta.
Toda la oscuridad sale hacia fuera y nadie lo nota. Nadie. ¡¡¿¿Nadie??!!
Y deseas que alguien lo hubiese notado.
Eres demasiado orgullosa para pedir ayuda, pero si te la ofrecen…
Si alguien te tiende una mano no dudarías ni un segundo en tomarla, pero tu nunca pedirás que te la tiendan. Nunca.
Y bueno, te encierras otra vez en ti misma. Levantas otra vez esa fachada, ese muro que te separa del resto del mundo. Que separa tu alma de todo lo demás.
Y nadie parece notarlo…
Y tú no pedirás ayuda…


Me ahogo. Mi alma se ahoga debajo de mi piel. Pero el orgullo es demasiado fuerte. Pienso, quiero pensar que no necesito a nadie, que saldré de todo esto yo sola.