Ok. So i am only 13 so i know it's not that good :D
‘Harley?’
‘Yes’, I wanted to say. I couldn’t. I didn’t think I could. I didn’t know where I was or even who I was. The burning had stopped a couple of hours ago but I was still in shock. The whole time I had been willing for death, wanting it to end. I screamed and screamed but death didn’t take me. It was torture. How could someone put me through that? What had I ever done? I always did well at school and had superb marks, I helped out the next-door neighbours and I even had a part time job at the old folks home. But when the burning stopped, I could hear everything! I could hear the bird’s lullaby, I could hear cars from miles away, I heard the clicking of the grasshoppers and ants. Everything except my heart. Yet I was still breathing. But I still listened to everything that was going on, still not opening my eyes. I heard everyday convocations around me but their beautiful voices were melodic. Like angels. I imagined white robed angels sitting on light, fluffy clouds and crystal blue skies all around me. Heaven? I was pretty sure it was until I saw for myself.
Later that evening I decided to peep under my eyelashes to see where I was. I wasn’t on a cloud. I was inside on a bed, a grand 4 poster bed, with a cream bed spread and plush pillows. The walls were all neutral colours which complimented the feel of the room nicely. Everything was in its place and almost all of it looked brand new. Yet it was all so sharp and clear, I had to blink a few times to see if I was dreaming. It was like I had been in a plastic box for the past 18 years of my life and it had just been smashed to revile a whole new, clear world. I heard the T.V. downstairs click off and someone got up. My eyes darted to the door which had been opened and in the frame stood an absolutely stunning young woman. Her long blonde hair flowed down to just past her shoulders. A large pendent hung around her neck and it looked like a crest of some sort. But her skin was a brilliant white shade with no dent or imperfection in sight. Her full lips were talking but the words weren’t registering until I realised she was talking to me.
‘Harley, I’m so sorry to do this to you.’
‘Wha… What do you mean? Where am I? Who are you?’
‘I’m sorry, everything will be explained soon. I’m Rosalie.’
‘Harley?’
‘Yes’, I wanted to say. I couldn’t. I didn’t think I could. I didn’t know where I was or even who I was. The burning had stopped a couple of hours ago but I was still in shock. The whole time I had been willing for death, wanting it to end. I screamed and screamed but death didn’t take me. It was torture. How could someone put me through that? What had I ever done? I always did well at school and had superb marks, I helped out the next-door neighbours and I even had a part time job at the old folks home. But when the burning stopped, I could hear everything! I could hear the bird’s lullaby, I could hear cars from miles away, I heard the clicking of the grasshoppers and ants. Everything except my heart. Yet I was still breathing. But I still listened to everything that was going on, still not opening my eyes. I heard everyday convocations around me but their beautiful voices were melodic. Like angels. I imagined white robed angels sitting on light, fluffy clouds and crystal blue skies all around me. Heaven? I was pretty sure it was until I saw for myself.
Later that evening I decided to peep under my eyelashes to see where I was. I wasn’t on a cloud. I was inside on a bed, a grand 4 poster bed, with a cream bed spread and plush pillows. The walls were all neutral colours which complimented the feel of the room nicely. Everything was in its place and almost all of it looked brand new. Yet it was all so sharp and clear, I had to blink a few times to see if I was dreaming. It was like I had been in a plastic box for the past 18 years of my life and it had just been smashed to revile a whole new, clear world. I heard the T.V. downstairs click off and someone got up. My eyes darted to the door which had been opened and in the frame stood an absolutely stunning young woman. Her long blonde hair flowed down to just past her shoulders. A large pendent hung around her neck and it looked like a crest of some sort. But her skin was a brilliant white shade with no dent or imperfection in sight. Her full lips were talking but the words weren’t registering until I realised she was talking to me.
‘Harley, I’m so sorry to do this to you.’
‘Wha… What do you mean? Where am I? Who are you?’
‘I’m sorry, everything will be explained soon. I’m Rosalie.’
Llovera, gotas mínimas
Lloverá, de mi boca
Saldrá el mar
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no, me dejes ver
Tu vida fue gestada ya
Lloverá, caudales de agua
Agua lisa
Lloverá, desde mis ojos
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no me dejes ver
Que tu muerte fue gestada ya
Renacimiento
English Translation:
Llovera, minimum drops
Rain, from my mouth
Will the sea
No, no, Romeo, not
No, no, let me see
Your life was articulated and
Rain, water flows
Smooth water
Rain from my eyes
No, no, Romeo, not
No, do not let me see
May your death was articulated and
Renaissance
Lloverá, de mi boca
Saldrá el mar
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no, me dejes ver
Tu vida fue gestada ya
Lloverá, caudales de agua
Agua lisa
Lloverá, desde mis ojos
No, no, Romeo, no
No, no me dejes ver
Que tu muerte fue gestada ya
Renacimiento
English Translation:
Llovera, minimum drops
Rain, from my mouth
Will the sea
No, no, Romeo, not
No, no, let me see
Your life was articulated and
Rain, water flows
Smooth water
Rain from my eyes
No, no, Romeo, not
No, do not let me see
May your death was articulated and
Renaissance
I've waited a hundred years
And I'd wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for of the privilege of being yours, I do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
But I would have known what I was living for all along
What I've been living for
Your love is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
And I'd wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for of the privilege of being yours, I do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
But I would have known what I was living for all along
What I've been living for
Your love is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
Situations are critical
You got to look first before you go
If you wasn’t too sure then now you know
The situations are critical
Wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide
The monsters are buried down deep inside
You never know when they’re satisfied
Buried down deep where the sun don’t shine
The monsters are buried down deep inside but
Wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
You’re wasting away, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Oh wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
You’re wasting away, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness
You got to look first before you go
If you wasn’t too sure then now you know
The situations are critical
Wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide
The monsters are buried down deep inside
You never know when they’re satisfied
Buried down deep where the sun don’t shine
The monsters are buried down deep inside but
Wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
You’re wasting away, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Oh wait, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
You’re wasting away, ok, you’ve got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness