ceturtdiena, 2011. gada 30. jūnijs

Man vārds "Shine" ir iegājies kā slikta lieta...

Some day in the future,
I will for sure, hold it in my hand,
Let it softly set ablaze,
A light in your empty heart.

The impulses of wanting to meet you,
The innocence of wanting to cry.
The fireflies have gone into the blaze of summer,
To never come back again.

You remained silent and left me a kiss,
Pained and hurt, I nodded my head,
Your life flickered like a light, It was so sad.

Some day in the future,
I will for sure, hold it in my hand,
Let it softly set ablaze,
A light in your empty heart.

My sweet lovely dear,
I can see you too now,
The dazzling moon will softly,
Illuminate the morning sky.

Strongly, strongly shining on.

My smile can't go to sleep again.

There was that blank smile,
There was that sunset on sunday,
There was that time of year, full of tests.
There was that melancholist, named you.

Ever since you showed up in that dream of mine,
I haven't been honest at all,
After all,
I can't grasp you at all,

The one who was trying to steal her heart,
While she didn't notice,
It was me after all.

It's that sort of time,
I want to be drowned in this beloved melancholy.

You don't realize at all
I don't care about you, don't care at all!
Don't give me that "hey, hey"
My smile can't go to sleep again.

trešdiena, 2011. gada 29. jūnijs

Can't you read my thoughts anymore?

"I am disappoint" ©The interwebz.

Domu noskaņa:.

sestdiena, 2011. gada 25. jūnijs

Jāņi, Līgo.

Kopumā izdevušies. Prieciņš.
Neskatoties uz to, ka sākumā bija pārliecība, ka it's going to suck bigtime.
Daudz hilarious atmiņu, bilžu, video and yeah.
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Life is nice sometimes.

P.S. Keglevičam nē.

sestdiena, 2011. gada 18. jūnijs

trešdiena, 2011. gada 15. jūnijs

otrdiena, 2011. gada 7. jūnijs

Atceros!

Pakjer augšā un griez. Griez griez griez. Krastmalā. Pie Andrejsalas. Smiekli.

svētdiena, 2011. gada 5. jūnijs

Ko sanāk saprast, kad aizdomājies..



I think I miss her.
I know I do.



and



4:20, 5. Jūnijs, 2011 and I'm thinking of you.

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