**Lanelandia en Rufio**

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A los hijos de perra:

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Yes, Lane has outdone herself, yet again. Hell yeah!!!!! La mina + cabrona se subió al stage en la mejor canción del mejor concierto de Rufio en Chile!!!!!
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Bueno en verdad no fue taaan así. No, en verdad sí, jajaja, soy secaaaaa @,@'''' Y todo por 8 lucas, by far the best music concert in my life.

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Fotos tomadas por Lane en primera fila. Nya~~! Al principio de Above Me, la última canción, le di un beso a Scott, toque al bajista y toque al lado del chino seco. Dp stage-diving whooo.

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Buenos Días, Sr. Courbet !

De palabras que no solo significan.




Round and round goes the clock, along with the seconds align only a few selected. Those gather themselves, only connected by words. Not even sentences. Maybe memories, let loose by the sound and gesture that only a meaningful word can have. Those words are the ones that are filled with the air of a new race; a new sign that has not lost itself in the passing time; infounded with a whole world inside.

Now the lines that compound a letter become expression. Capable of having a duality imprinted: in time and timeless, material and ideal, shallow and deep...destined for oblivion.


Those few that can traspass the significance, not ancient, but born anew from within thier soul; and Those can communicate, learn about life from its roots and be inspired by what the future awaits, hidden in the mist of time. Then time, as we knew it, becomes the past, the present and the future. Those are the ones that can only enjoy the simultaneous act of language.



Those do not need to hold on to the structure, thus being able to express beyond any reason; because reason and feeling have become one, and a creation of man, such as words, cannot hold these boundless spheres. Full of a mind incapable of speaking according to the needs of social orders, Those shine in the middle of the rest. They shout only a blubber of words, or maybe even one or two, and can let out a universe of meaning. That much a stumbled voice can create with its vocal chords. Only a sound you can hear. Thus, Those can be the only ones amazed by every gasp of breath, and every Time that becomes a timeless String.

Entre locos se entienden. O, por lo menos, se ven sus mundos interiores. Locos, gracias por existir en mi vida!



Por eso Courbet, estoy más que segura, pensaba en cómo sacar a esos ángeles de su cabeza para no pintarlos.

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[·Lane·], soshite [·kannivalism·]

En honor a mi pelo viejo, de todas maneras extrañable. Algunos días mis ojos son de color miel...habrá alguna razón? Solo Courbet lo sabe; y mi yo en estado supraconsciente.









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WOMAN


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MAN


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··· I Can Do Better ···

I couldn't give a damn what you say to me

I don't really care what you think of me

'cause either way you're gonna think what you believe

there's nothing you could say that would hurt me

I'm better off without you anyway

I thought it would be hard but I'm ok

I don't need you if you're gonna be that way

'cause with me, it's all or nothing

I'm sick of this shit

don't deny,

you're a waste of time

I'm sick of this shit

don't ask why

I hate you now

So go away from me

You're gone

So long

I can do better

I can do better

Hey, hey you

I found myself again

That's why

Goodbye

I can do better

I can do better

You're so full of it
I can't stand the way you act you just can't comprehend

I don't think that you can handle it

I'm way over, over it

I will drink as much Lemoncello as I can

and I'll do it again and again

I don't really care what you have to say

'Cause you know, you know, you're nothing

I'm so sick

I'm sick of your shit

don't deny
you're a waste of time
I'm sick of your shit

don't ask why

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