[ the well of nothing ]

This is the most honest thing I've ever written and not because the other things are not true, the thing is that they always feel kinda...incomplete to me but this one, this simple lines describe it all.

The Well Of Nothing
-by rita kirwan-

I had the words, all the moments and the song
I already had the speech, trapped in someone else's tongue
But I'm quiet, I am selfish and I'm wrong
I can't run there 'cause there's not where I belong.

The rehearsals in my mind, they all ended the same way
Where I'm climbing and you're leaving, you never wanted to stay
Then the picture starts to change, everything turns into gray
And I'm choking to the silence of the words I'll never say.

But I'm trying, always trying to overcome my fears
Try to embrace to all the thoughts I always treated like "the weirds"
Just to get there, to be closer to the edge of your mind fields
But I'm falling, I keep falling into this huge well of tears.

I have friends in some dark places, in the corner of rejection
And they like me, unlike others, they have never made me a question
All the same disturbing feelings in the street of aprehension
They'll stay here, by my side, when you finally change direction.

I'm the bad one, I'm the villain, I'm the evil from the story
You're the good one, you're the hero, you're the one who takes the glory
That's a lie 'cause you don't know it, you have never read my poetry
You don't know how much I want you, so you have no need to worry.

But I can't let this thing go and I swear I have been trying
This stupid, endless hope, I want it dead but it keeps fighting
It is fighting for your name, for the name I have been dying
For the one who'll never know about the smiles, about the crying.

It's the end or the beginning, the choice is in your hands
And we could be just starting, only if you believe in signs
But that doesn't even matter, the mind does what the heart wants
And my heart wants to be part of the things your soul reminds.

I'm just dreaming, always dreaming that this shit is there for real
But it's not, has never been, this past year has been surreal
You're ignoring all I've said, you won't feel the things I feel
Even though you have to know that I'll wait, standing still.

This thing gets to me in so many different levels. I can't believe I'm crying already.
I hope you like it and I seriously hope you understand what I'm trying to say.

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The Well Of Nothing by Laura Rosales is licensed under a Creative Commons Reconocimiento-No comercial-Sin obras derivadas 2.5 México License.

[ the mision ]

Maybe i'm right.

Perhaps your mision in my life is to fuck things up and i'm ok with it, really, you just have to do it...that will have to suffice, i'll have to make it enough.

I always want something else, that is what's killing me.

As Tall As Lions-Maybe Im Just Tired (acoustic)

I know i'm not good enough- - -

[ the whisper... ]

The Whisper Of The Waters
-by rita kirwan-

The whisper of the waters takes me back
Drags me back to the beginning
Where i'm not scared of ending
Because i don't know the start.

I took the advise, never asked why
Through the highway, down the river
When i'm sweating, if i shiver
From the lava to the ice
I adopt his words as mine
He made my water his wine.

I kept running the endless race
I've seen ashes turned to gold
I've touched hearts tatooed with 'SOLD'
Just to get close to your face
Just to taste your lips of grace
And forget about that place.

I must find you, it's my mission
You're the god upon my temple
Sometimes furious, sometimes tender
You're the fountain of my wisdom
If i suffer, you're the reason
Life without you would be prison.

But the night has won this battle
My brown eyes are shutting down
In the sleep, the truth i found
A huge wave has changed the weather
It made me realise that i won't settle
Maybe i'll chase you, maybe i won't
Maybe you were not the one after all.

Lo escribí hace mucho y probablemente haré una melodía que lo acompañe, sólo si me convenzo de ello.

Hope you like it (:

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The Whisper Of The Waters by Laura Rosales is licensed under a Creative Commons Reconocimiento-No comercial-Sin obras derivadas 2.5 México License.

[ after all- ]

You know, many times things doesn't go out the way you wanted to.

At times you think "Hey, i have nothing to lose!" and you take the chance of a lifetime, you put all your hope and effort on it to make this turn out right..."maybe i'll let go the shit that happened before". Ok, you take the leap, you wait and everything appears to be going pretty fucking well, to your amazement! You did it, hell yeah! You feel happy for a couple weeks, perhaps. Then, everything gets incredibly wrong.

"He said we were friends, that should have meant something, right? But as soon as he knew something he wasn't keen on, he forgot about our 'friendship' and vanished from my life. There were several moments where i needed someone like him by my side and, by the time i learnt that he never loved me, not even as a friend, it was too late. Yeah, it was too fucking late."

That's part of an interesting story and probably a description of another silly story, like Frank Ginsberg falling in love with a man that fell in love with his worst enemy...Frank attempted suicide which makes me wonder if i was just a poser in the art of depression. Anyway, i came here to tell you that, sometimes, things doesn't go out the way you want out and some of the best things are the ones you never imagined.

As one of the Jonas Brothers said once, give love a try.
No, i'm not a fan.
Seriously.

[ time travel + cursi stuff ]

En Halloween todo puede pasar y yo pude hacer uno de mis sueños realidad...

Sí, ladies and gentlemen, conocí al mismísimo Joseph Francis "Buster" Keaton VI. Es complicado explicar el proceso que hizo que el time travelling device funcionara tal como lo esperábamos [mi equipo de investigación y moi], sólo diré que involucró mucho dinero y algunos viajes de prueba a un restaurante vegetariano en Nueva York.

El amor de mi vida...oh, le caí bien y le he prometido que toda relación de pareja que tenga al momento de que un autobús me atropelle o que confunda mi remedio para riñón con veneno para ratas será disuelta para que podamos vivir together forever...espero que haya comprendido el punto >_>

En otras cosas [no puedo dar detalles del time travelling device dado que un contrato me lo prohibe] les diré que he escrito otra poesía en inglés; hace tiempo compartí lo que escribí inspirada en una entrevista de Carl Barât con NME y el poema que hice para el W.A.S. Cheer.Team MX, en esta ocasión me torné más cursi y experimenté con otro esquema así que aquí les dejo mi bonita obra (:

"Land Lights" by Rita Kirwan.

It was a light
You were a big, bright one
I used to chase you into the dark
You used to sine out like a spark.

The cars were running
The clocks were ticking
Anything stopped when you got lost
Everything burned up when you got frost
The sparks kept shining
While you were dying.

I cried for you
I suffered, i missed you far too much
Then all went black
When you came back
My skin turned into ashes by your touch
The heart forgot i loved you by the crack.

We never seemed to understand
How complicated were this lies
They vanished with the wind
Just like you did from our land
When you walked far away
Anything refused to stay
Anything but the long-forgotten faith.

The lights and cars moved on
The world has never been a stone
And then i stopped for a while
To find myself attacked
By your one and only smile
The one you used to make
The one i knew it was fake.

I remember all the nights
I chased you into the lights
But that's part of our past
Those days went down too fast
It's time for us to say goodbye
To all the skies that saw us fly
The clocks were ticking
While i kept seeking
My other half.

No desconfío pero, sólo para que sepan, todas mis obras tienen copyright lo que significa que están registradas ante el gobierno, tengo papeles y todo (:

En fin, los amo my dear lector@s.

P.S. :: Los viajes en el tiempo aún no están disponibles para todo el público.

[ working title: a shit with months in it ]

During today's dawn i wrote my first fully-english poem...i wrote a song once, it was called The Magic Waterfont but this one is a simple, nice poem inspired by a phrase Carl Barât said during an interview with Clashmusic.com...

No honey in a whole year, check it out...

The things i won't have.

By November i won't have any friends
But i'll keep all my rules and all my trends
By December i won't have a band
But i don't give a damn
I have everything i want
I don't need your fucking hand.

By January i won't have any money
But i'll be just as happy 'cause this days aren't sunny
By February i won't have a phone
and i'll be all alone
but rolling like a stone
without your lousy tone.

By March i won't have a light
'Cause i can't find the matches in the middle of the night
By April i won't have a rose
Or your hair upon my nose
i don't want you even close
Right now i think you're gross.

By May i won't have a car
I can't drive it anyway, i now live at a bar
By June i won't have a pet
And i won't be upset
If i lose your respect
By tomorrow, i'll forget.

By July i won't have a piano
And that won't even care if i'm stoned with valium
By August i won't have a rug
But it was for your dog
So, if you want your stuff
I think you can fuck off.

By September i won't have much
But i don't need that much, i still have my old touch
By October i won't have a past
Today's a year at last
And i'm having a blast
'Cause i dumped you really fast.

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UPDATE :: I just remembered...this isn't the first fully-english poem i wrote...i made one for the W.A.S. Cheer.Team MX, you can read it clicking over the pic above (:

[ JQ, this is 4U & 4 The Mets ]

My dear readers, today i woke up with the gigantic desire of listen to a band that made me feel nice 'n' cozy, just like a cup of hot coco or a huge, soft and non.animal fur coat, i knew it had to be a special band owner of a fresh sound and with lots of attitude, the truth is i didn't had to go too far to find it, it was already filling up my head...

The name of the heroic band of my day is Jesse Quin & The Mets, they have this eclectic sound, if i must say; an irish-scottish vibe surrounds my head every time i play "Silently", i can't see anything but peace and happy faces every time i listen to each song and dear lord, almost any band can make me feel this way but hell yeah; Jesse, Phil, Erika, Jarrett and Sophie are too cool to be true- - -OMG, but the music is real and i♥'em for making it! (:

I met the big JQ thanks to >>Keane<<, he completely captured my senses at the Mexico City concert on 28th February, specially when he went on stage after the encore and gave us the awesome Under Pressure start, i was looking at him and i couldn't stop, he's great u_u; i also know that he's quite honest, don't ya Jesse? You're not that keen on writing lyrics and you're a bit lazy with your own music but let me tell you that you do amazing things when your hands reach an instrument...i'm honest as well and i won't lie if i say that, when i listened for the very first time "Always Catching Up", i felt magic running through my vains...Jesse Quin & The Mets are magical.

Dear readers, you should check their music clicking over...

CliCk <--- to Official Site
to MySpace ---> CliCk
CliCk <--- to Facebook
to purchase their music ---> CliCk

...i'm back at the start of the things that i'd overcome, so...
...put on your old fur coat; wrap up and go and cast your vote 'cause, oh...
...it could be your only hope.

You're gonna love'em as much as i do so sit back and listen to some magic made music~

---

[btw...Jesse, i love your blog (: ]

[ rita's critique ]

Today i finally listened the 10 tracks of Humbug, the new Arctic Monkeys album that will be released on August 24th; the material i got is right from the studio, even though the audio it's a bit clandestine has a great quality and you can give an accurate opinion about it and that's exactly what i'm going to do next...just, in case you didn't heard about the new Monkeys album and you want to know some more details, click >>here<<.

Rita's Critique | Humbug - Arctic Monkeys
10 tracks | 39 minutes | ****1/2

My Propeller: The opening song, you shake with the first drum sounds followed by the dark and anticipated psychodelic atmosphere; the low voice of Alex gets a provocative touch by the time you reach the "...my propeller..." by the first minute with a few seconds for the very first time. 2:15 and the music explosion now goes with the same dark tone of Turner, giving a new life and sense to the song. | Lenght: 3:28 | ****

Crying Lightning: The favourite track of the Arctic Monkeys while they were recording; it sums up the Hendrix influence with the classic AM sounds that we caught on the Favourite Worst Nightmare. Powerful riffs, extraodinaire lyrics, new beats, great balance...the ingredients of another hit on Turner's record. | Lenght: 3:43 | *****

Dangerous Animals: This song is Nick O'Malley's song; the bass has the main part right from the start; the hook of this song is the peculiar and genious spelling...D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-L; a song that will capture your whole senses. | Lenght: 3:24 | *****

Secret Door: The first ballad of the album, it has this classic European vibe that makes you wanna drop everything to travel and drink a cup of tea watching the sunset...and, then, when you start missing the electric guitars, our dear Jamie Cook appears and gets the atmosphere even more alive. An excellent drum line with Mr. Helders and the very special and charming voice of Alex makes of this song a sweet experiment. | Lenght: 3:44 | ****1/2

Potion Approaching: The drums makes you thing on something militar while the bass and guitar are the classic Monkeys thing; then there's a mix with something quite classic, something that you can clearly picture on some 70's gangsters and thieves film...a bit blues...and then we go back to realise that yours is the only ocean... | Lenght: 3:33 | ***1/2

Fire And The Thud: Chorus, some divine chorus take you in while you get poisoned by the smooth sounds of the light guitars and slow drums that keeps you, as usual, expecting the moment of explosion that breaks the soft enviroment you created and yes, that will come but not in a rude way, it's something you won't find invasive or overreacted. The rythm goes back to the beginning, to the clarity where finds the end that deserves. | Lenght: 3:50 | *****

Cornerstone: This song has a bit of T.Rex combined with a lot of Morris Albert; a classic sound, clearly new for Turner, Cook, O'Malley and Helders. A mid.voice, the best Turner's tone; the entrance of a beautiful riff and, suddenly, the song builds up and down with the same intensity and peace. | Lenght: 3:18 | *****

Dance Little Liar: We go back to the old movies with the same seductive voice but now immersed on the dark side. Unusual chorus for the things we got used to with the past two albums but the same Sheffield-style lyrics...the same passion, the same spirit. In this case, the song builds it's own way down to surprise us by reaching a high excitement using major riffs. Ending with some drums, it couldn't get better than this. | Lenght: 4:44 | ****

Pretty Visitors: A church thing going on...not for long. Ohhh, that bass!! The organ is now a part of the madness; no one could get enough of the roller coasters that The Monkeys love as well...from the scary temple to the flames of hell or the flames of hell back to the scary temple. A lyrics nos as quick as in the past albums which is really nice. This isn't a song for you, Jonas fan. | Lenght: 3:41 | ***1/2

The Jeweller's Hand: The Cream influence it's quite notorious on this track, the closing part of the journey had to have a huge moment preceded by the drum's rumble; the instruments get stronger on the lower tones with some touches of high pitch thanks to the guitar. The voice remains dark, slow and hypnotic as the climax arrives...then we get there and everything it's over...and you have to start all over to believe it because it's too fucking good to be true. Different, risky, bold...supreme. Nothing less could be expected from the Turner's mind and the Monkey's magic. | Lenght: 5:43 | ****

| Closing |
Worth the wait? Hell Yeah!
You should buy it? Absolutely
85% of Monkeys fans will be satisfied.
75% of the new listeners will be satisfied.
Was...: Unexpected
The result is...: Exciting

They also played a live video recording through their website today; Pretty Visitors, Crying Lightning, Secret Door, Potion Approaching and Dance Little Liar formed the tracklist; a minimalistic stage in the shadows with glances of colorful lights and artistic shots of each monkey...it was awesome, hopefully they'll publish it on the site to see it over and over! I'll keep you posted about that.

This album it's something special, i completely recommend it to you, my dear readers.

Please, be happy and listen great music~
♥ (:

[ it wasn't that bad, right? ]

Ya pasó...y no fue tan malo.

Mientras pensaba en lo que pasaría después de esa comprometedora revelación, me puse a escuchar rolas que me hacen recordar todo lo que pasó hace un tiempo ya. Les dejaré fragmentos sólo porque es mi blog y porque puedo, ja! A que, mínimo, un par de esas rolas también les gustan a ustedes ^^

And, if our hearts were dying that fast

they would have done the same as you...
...i'd have done the same as you.

But, what's so this i see?
Yeah, you're leaving right beside me...
...and i miss you...and i love you...
...and that's true.

Come and take the rest of me
I never thought i wouldn't want you near
This is all i'll ever be, i understand you
Look around to see this dawning...
...oh, does it show, i wanted to catch you falling?
...oh, do you know, i would have done anything for you?...

Me estiré para alcanzar
una porción de la locura
y así traer
lo que a vos te es invisible...
...lo que nunca percibiste...
...lo que bajo tus narices...
...nunca entenderías.

Llevo escamas tuyas en mi piel...y un mapa de chismes dichos al oído...
...mis pupilas guardan del ayer, sonrisas vagas de un hermoso caos...
[...]
El tipo de la camisa hawaiana, estoy seguro que anda en algo
Porta una sonrisa muy esponsoreada, pegotea frases hechas
Me presenta una oportunidad...y fue así como nos encontramos...
...imaginá que, un rato atrás...éramos dos desangelados...

Allemande, your face so long...
...and all my silly hopes hung on you...
...all along, i said we'd be...
...sorry, sorry...and so, we are.

Another textbook situation.
Everything i think i know i've read.
What's the point of medication?...
...only makes me wish that i were dead.
[...]
Having every question answered doesn't help...
...when you're not supposed to know.

Siempre es hoy.
Ya es parte de mi ser.
Siempre es hoy.
Lo claro entre los dos.
Siempre es hoy.
Sos parte de mi ser.
Quiero hacer...
...cosas imposibles.

And some day...
when we're in the cold...
...here's a semblance...
...we can hope so.
The proposal.
And put it on your heart...
...for me.

Sí, soy bien cursi, so what?! Sé que vos y moi podremos ser buenos amigos~
I♥you my dear lector@s, muchos abrazos atómicos! (:

[ on the edge ]

Today, exactly today, Rita reached the end. Rita is ambivalent about this.

"This is fucking scary, i'm risking almost everything because you are almost everything to me."

"If i can't do it and i get scared, i'll never be free."

"Will i ever see you again after this?"

"Please, he must do something...he can't just sit and wonder! If he can't do anything about this, he's an asshole."

"...i don't deserve it. I don't deserve him. Maybe i wasn't born to be loved..."

"No one loves him the way i do. Not even the perfect girl. It's his loss, darling."

"...maybe, i was born to love without being loved..."

"After this jump, i'll be free and after all the shit my wings will appear."

"...and my heart will turn to stone, there won't be more snow..."

"The days behind the door are no longer here, the nights under the storm are about to disappear."

"...and this time, lived on the edge..."

"i've learned to leave behind, i've learned to reach the top, i've learned to cry no more."

"...this time you will forget."

Rita can't lose something that she never had but he was his first real love; doesn't matter if he played with her thoughts or if she fooled around with her own emotions, the edge is near and Rita is about to jump into the abyss.

Rita will live. Rita will die. Rita will forget about it. Rita will be tasting pain again.

[ the words ]

Rita was in Montauk; she was divagating with Miss Kozzy one night about how painful was the situation, about how long that sorrow would be there, about how deep and bitter was this heartache...about the things that she couldn't say to Kissecito before the rough and unexpected end of their non-existent story, story that was developing only on Rita's head, soul and heart. And then, Rita said it. Rita said the words that she could never say before, just to Miss Kozzy and to herself...

'...yes, i am madly in loved with him...i can't see anything that i don't like about him; i fell in love with his virtues, his fears, his insecurities, his style, his defects; i even fell in love with the things that were made to pull me apart from him. And now i realise that he doesn't love me, he never loved me and he never will because he found someone that he doesn't have to change because she's already gorgeous, smart and perfect. Yes, Miss Kozzy, i now realise that i not only like him...i love him...i love him so much...'

A year has passed since that conversation; today Rita is back on Mountauk after the journey she made in order to forget about all the wounds, the scars, the grief. She forgot about it but she can't let him go, not yet.

She knows she must tell him the words. He has to know that Rita still loves him. Rita has to hear from his voice that he cannot love her today and he won't love her any day in the future. And Rita knows it but something inside her can't believe it just yet.

Kissecito, you have to know.