Much to say, Nothing to lose

桜　桜
野山も里も
見わたすかぎり
かすみか雲か
朝日ににおう
桜　桜
花ざかり
桜　桜
やよいの空は
見わたす限り
かすみか雲か
匂いぞ 出ずる
いざや　いざや
見にゆかん さくら　さくら
のやま　も　さと　も
みわたす　かぎり
かすみ　か　くも　か
あさひ　に　におう
さくら　さくら
はな　ざかり
さくら　さくら
やよい　の　そら　わ
みわたす　かぎり
かすみ　か　くも　か
におい　ぞ　いずる
いざや　いざや
みに　ゆ　かん s

(Source: alittlerecklessandstupid, via sakura-blossoms)

I know a girl she puts the color inside of my world
She’s just like a maze, where all of the walls all continually change
And I’ve done all I can to stand on the the steps, with my heart in my hands
Now I started to think maybe it’s got nothinging to do with me

Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too

Oh you see that skin, it’s the same she’s been standing in
Since the day, she saw him walking away
Now she’s left cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughter too

Oh
Boys you can break find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong, boys soldier on but
Boys would be gone without warmth of a womans good good heart

On behalf of every man looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of the world

So fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too
So mothers be good to your daughters too
So mothers be good to your daughters too

I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I don’t know what its like to land and not race through your door
I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore

I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I’m not sure that I really ever could
Hold on to your hotel key in your bedroom neighborhood
Me sleep-walkin in Hollywood

I’m gonna steer clear
I’d burn up in your atmosphere
I’m gonna steer clear
Cause I’d die if I saw you
I’d die if i didn’t see you there
So i don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore

I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore
I’d get lost on the boulevard
Without your voice to tell me I love you take a right
the ten and the two is the loneliest sight

I’m gonna steer clear
I’d burn up in your atmosphere
I’m gonna steer clear
Cause I’d die if I saw you
I’d die if I didn’t see you

I’m gonna steer clear, oh yeah
I’d burn up in your atmosphere
I’m gonna steer clear
Cause I’d die if i saw you
I’d die if I didn’t see you there
See you there

Think I’m gonna stay, gonna stay in the gray
Think I’m gonna stay (gonna stay)
And the street lights say nevermind, nevermind
And the canyon lines say nevermind
The sunset says we see this all the time, nevermind
Never you mind

Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, Wherever you are
I watch your life play out in pictures from afar

Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, Wherever you are
I watch that pretty life play out in pictures from afar 

“In Your Atmosphere”

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you. 

Robert Frost 

VINCENT

Tim Burton’s poem

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what 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’s 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 Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite 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 encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, 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 am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re 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
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from 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 madness, 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 from Edgar Allen Poe:

“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”

en este corto los personajes tienen una vida única, y una personalidad muy humana, y nos muestra un tipo de persona que aún que es poco vista en este mundo existe gracais a DIOS, y es aquella capaz de ayudar a quien sabe que jamás le ayudaría y sin esperar ni un gracias a cambio