Well, first of all I'd like to say: no, I don't think anyone will read it. But what the hell. Finally I'll get the chance to write whatever I want without caring much. And now I know where to post my poems and such which are in English. Hey, it doesn't mean I'll stop posting English stuff in my other blog (http://vampinthecloset.blogspot.com/), but this one will be exclusively for English writing.

Great, I just found out my hands smell like onion. Hell.

Besides, I'm guessing that the comments will be less than zero por a really long time (or probably EVER) but hey, at least I have something to keep me occupied. And it brushes my English, which is really good.


Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the title. I know I do. I came up with it the day before yesterday when registering for http://www.poemhunter.com/. I just found that site that day. Lousy me, huh? It's a great site. If anyone's reading, you should totally check it out. Found it when looking for a Sylvia Plath poem. This one:

Mad Girl's Love Song


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)


The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

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Wonderful, I'd say. Wish one day I could write remotely like that.

Now I'm listening to WT's cover of Running up that Hill, originally by Kate Bush. Another great woman, I decided that as soon as I learned she had written a song about Wuthering Heights. You know, that book, which happens to be the best book ever in the history of mankind. And it was written by a woman. Too bad Emily died so young.


So let's pour a glass of lemonade or something just as tasty to celebrate the opening of this new silly-crazed-titled blog. And let's throw every nightmare and regret into the solid brick wall in front of you (if you don't have one, it might as well be the wallpaper of the desktop, I guess).


And now, let's get it started.

Labels: Emilie Brontë, English, Kate Bush, Mad Girl's Love Song, onion, Sylvia Plath, Within Temptation, Wuthering Heights