"Nine Million Bicycles"

...I just heard this song coming back home tonight, and, well i inmediately like it, i thought was sang by a chinese performer but, i was wrong. Anyway i just love it, so here it is, a have to said it: its a simple but beautiful song (nice video too =D!)...

"Nine Million Bicycles"
by Katie Melua

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact,
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die.

We are twelve billion light years from the edge,
That's a guess,
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you.

I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don't call me a liar,
Just believe everything that I say

There are six BILLION people in the world
More or less
and it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all

[INTERLUDE]

We're high on the wire
With the world in our sight
And I'll never tire,
Of the love that you give me every night

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a Fact,
it's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die

And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die!

Feliz año nuevo Chino!

26.01.09
Xin nian kuai le!
Feliz año nuevo lunar, feliz año del buey!
Sacando a flote mi origen cantones!, mejores deseos para todos!

Yo quiero mi sobrecito rojooo! XD

Jom.

When ghost from the past "b"...

22.01.09
...So, suddenly i found myself back when it all begun, our two benches or maybe three, exactly where they were supossed to be.
I scratched the wall where i used to sit back, i wanted to unbury the lost souls, wanted to unlock the beautiful treasure where it all begun. I couldnt.

I walked away, getting close to the second one, where the clearest memories still alive, i sat how many times i did in those days, i saw her soul, her uncorrupted soul of those times, innocence in the air, i was grabbing her hands with both of mine. A soul that appeared and vanished representing differents days, weeks, and months, remembering her different hair brushes, her beautiful hair..., the clothes, the time, the rain...where we shared everything, in that place, where it all begun. I just couldnt bear.

Didnt dare to get close to the third one, maybe someday, but not now.
I just tend to get back to that place, not looking to hurt myself, but its 'cause i find peace and comfort, unluckily thats where every precious and some forgettable memories collide, and where ghost from the past still alive...

(And my english its getting worse, i know...)
Jom.