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Sahid, Petra

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry


San Salvador de Chora (Carille) church, Estambul


Capadocia mounts


I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
Im still driving away
And I'm sorry every day
I wont always love these selfish things
I wont always live
Not stopping

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Dont give away the end
The one thing that stays mine

Amazing still it seems
I´ll be 23
I wont always love what I'll never have
I wont always live in my regret


the family, dad



Street market, Bursa (Turkey)

Sometimes i wish i was brave
i wish i was stronger i wish i could feel no pain
i wish i was young i wish i was shy
i wish i was honest i wish i was you not i

'Cause I feel so mad
I feel so angry
I feel so callused
So lost, confused, again
I feel so cheap
So used, unfaithful
Let's start over
Let's start over

Sometimes
i wish i was smart i wish i made cures for
How people are
i wish i had power
i wish i could lead i wish i could change the world
For you and me


take a look at desert, Wadi Rum, Jordan


capadocia mounts

las montañas de abajo parecen pollas de gnomos, o sombreros.

Me refiero a la forma, no al tamaño.

SOY 10 VECES MÁS FUERTE QUE TÚ.

Bye.

niño q he estado haciendo el camino d santiago en mi vida me hubiera imaginao yo con el garrote y la concha d vieira y tu mientras nos sigues restregando tu superviaje muy mal! Me recuerda a las pesacaderias d coruña con bandejas en plena calle un besinho guapo

ya podias haber peinado a la chiquilla para la foto no? el mosaico flipante

esa es la niña de la piedras?????qué crak!!jajaja,seguro q t partiste.
wno wno las 2 primeras songs las reconozco...gracias a alguien claro xo ahora son mías!!
t tngo q llamar
muaks
p.d. conq ese es tu padre eee!x fin!

eso digo yo?? siempre de negro debias de arder por el desierto o por la capadocia no? joe q chulada d verdad. 1b

mola mucho el primer texto

.......el viaje muy wapo.sitios preciosos.....x cierto....tu estilismo mola xo no t asabas??..madre ke klor todo tapao y de negro.....a y x cierto, a ke viene tanto ingles??

SALUDOS

el mosaico y los pescados alucinante

sinceramente, me hubiera gustado mas verte subido a un camello :D
chulo chulo jajaj
mua

to mu buen ingles muxisisismo mejor k el mio e tenio k mirar palabras en el diccionario y todo...(k triste x mi parte)xk no escribes las canciones del grupo no te seria mu dificil creo..
eres un clon de tu padre...

Uau......