tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185921575993669142011-04-21T16:54:09.128-07:00Sagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408487118972920732noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118592157599366914.post-37821515889551549522009-05-06T17:01:00.000-07:002009-05-06T17:10:49.925-07:00Now I remember<div>Suddenly</div><div>As the smell gets into my brain</div><div>How it was when I was younger</div><div>A face in other people faces</div><div>That one, not alike, EXACTLY like that</div><div>What I said</div><div>Can't remember the answers</div><div>yet</div><div>The unexpected breeze</div><div>The gentle push of a hand</div><div>The colour of the air</div><div>And the mind goes there</div><div>To the places I really lived</div><div>Really lived</div><div>If only I could stay</div><div>Forever</div><div>lost and alive</div><div>On an autumn's day</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118592157599366914-3782151588955154952?l=one-rush-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408487118972920732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118592157599366914.post-52282184252006493532009-02-02T09:15:00.000-08:002009-02-02T11:00:09.156-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Still<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Twenty years<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then all of this will be<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gone<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118592157599366914-5228218425200649353?l=one-rush-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408487118972920732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118592157599366914.post-46624994716818616252008-11-28T09:28:00.000-08:002008-11-28T15:21:02.712-08:00We meet and forget<br>Kill and regret<br>Everytime<br>And bet and lose<br>Again<br>Kiss and argue<br>Again<br>In a second a million times<br>Everyday<br>Saving space<br>Moving and removing<br>Always farther<br>Always tiny<br>And covered in dust<br>And forgotten<br>I swallowed the key<br>To my<br>Most hidden room<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118592157599366914-4662499471681861625?l=one-rush-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408487118972920732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118592157599366914.post-40610431488716001662008-06-04T16:39:00.001-07:002008-06-05T16:06:14.957-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nAfxRn01hTo/SEhxPQ5E24I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZYAoOeISA_E/s1600-h/Pinguino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208537476100316034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nAfxRn01hTo/SEhxPQ5E24I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZYAoOeISA_E/s320/Pinguino.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Any penguin on the bus<br />Knows the road to the city<br />But they can't dance<br /><p>'cause their legs are short<br />And they're just too young<br />For their clothes<br /><p>Any penguin on the road<br />Could teach you how to pay your taxes<br />But they don't know how to smile<br /><p>'cause their leash is tight<br />And they cannot breath<br />And I'm politely choking </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118592157599366914-4061043148871600166?l=one-rush-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408487118972920732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118592157599366914.post-9417637903982169712008-05-21T09:25:00.000-07:002008-05-21T11:55:21.531-07:00And the more I look<br>the more I like the mess I&#39;m in.<br>These suburban faces on the subway<br>the broken tiles on my way<br>to you<br>as I come crawling to the door<br>and I think of what we built<br>and bought,<br>and broken.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118592157599366914-941763790398216971?l=one-rush-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408487118972920732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118592157599366914.post-3368374300135560742008-04-22T15:52:00.001-07:002008-04-22T15:52:18.516-07:00In a frame<br>I could zoom in<br>In a tape<br>I don&#39;t watch anymore<p>You filled my eyes<br>And saved me<br>On a ship<br>In the Atlantic sea<p>Our clothes<br>Large and funny<br>Stone steps<br>Afraid to fall<p>You breath in me<br>As the wind that&#39;s pulling me<br>You breath in me<br>We are almost there<p>Your smile is the greatest thing I&#39;ve ever seen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118592157599366914-336837430013556074?l=one-rush-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408487118972920732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118592157599366914.post-68361591654000106252008-04-14T15:52:00.001-07:002008-04-16T04:51:34.682-07:00Norma Jean <p>This bed is a temple<br />This face is a curse<br />These eyes are drowning<br />And someone's always late <p>Those pictures on the night stand<br />These lyrics I can still remember<br />I am your lover I am your wife<br />I am an actress I am drifting <p>To the movies<br />Here I come<br />To the movies <p>The strenght of the wrist<br />The unscrewing of the lid<br />And i swallowed it all<br />As you swallowed me <p>To the movies<br />Here I come<br />To the movies</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/118592157599366914-6836159165400010625?l=one-rush-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sagonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408487118972920732noreply@blogger.com0