05.07.08
We are living public lives
This is what happened to me when all at once I came updating my blog with no less than my private life, rather, my personal life, and when I was published in the Corps Mag 2008 Alumni Issue. Even though it hasn’t my surname on it. I never thought that people would really be intrigued with that is going on with my life that they would ever become interested in reading my blog. I do get surprised when I discover people who read it and find it inspirational and nice.
It is just out of fun and personal struggle that I put much effort in improving, designing and updating my friendster account. All the pictures and journals… Because that is the only outlet and rest that I can have. Friends and lovers can forget, but writings last forever. Those traces of my life story, my life history, that would last till the end of time. Those traces anyone can retrieve and which anyone can go back to even after decades or centuries. The people of the future would know, this is the kind of writing that existed during my time.
KISS FROM A ROSE
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny.
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey,
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey,
I’ve been kissed by a rose
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey,
…And if I should fall along the way
I’ve been kissed by a rose
…been kissed by a rose on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny, yeah
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
