martes, 31 de mayo de 2011
Opinion About The Video Of Michael Jackson Hold My Hand
Well this is my opinion of him Video Michael Jackson Hold My Hand
Emotive michael jackson best of video are images of Michael, and children appear imitating him, and if it is a very simple video he feels the absence of Mike, which saddens me.
Michael is not to reflect the true message of this beautiful song, which he would have wanted to convey, these images conveyed his true feelings
Y.. I'm speechless ... I do not know what to say .. the only thing I can say is that Michael was very good singer
Victims Of a Down..
Nightfall on the deserted New York streets,
A place where a collision of life and death meets
Behind the dark alley,
A cry is heard
But no-one did hear it,
No human, not even a bird
The clock is ticking midnight,
Its cold and its wet
A shadow of fallen lovers,
A dying image you cannot forget
The cold floor is stained in red,
A puddle of blood where she lies
Her entire life
Is passing before her eyes,
She gains consciousness,
A single unshed tear
She cant feel anything,
The numbing pain and fear
Next to her bloody body,
Her lover silently looks at the stars
His wounds and torn scars
Yearn for the touch of rain
His eyes are closing slowly,
And then he opens them again
But his wish stays ungranted
As the sky is black with no cloud
The girls heart is weakly beating,
The truth is there outloud
Someone robbed them
And hurt them both
The girl could have been dead,
If the boy didn’t save her life
But his last words are piercing,
Tearing her soul like a knife
Although I tried to save you,
We are still to die
It is Gods will,
Baby, please don’t cry
We are in His hands now,
Hell do as he please
Sarah, I want to kiss you,
Her he pain tries to ease
Sarah is weak,
Her stomach is torn
She cries for one reason only,
Her little baby that will never be born
Sarah, the boy whispers
Are you dead?
But Sarah’s eyes are fixed at the sky,
Her mind rejects what he just said
Now her baby’s dead,
Cuz of the shortcut they took
Well get faster to the doctor,
The boy said, the oldest trick in the book
She would have given
Her life for the baby to live
Now the baby’s dead,
And she had no life to give
Never did she expect to die at sixteen,
She held the future in her hand
Now she stopped breathing,
Thinking of her baby, her life will end...
A place where a collision of life and death meets
Behind the dark alley,
A cry is heard
But no-one did hear it,
No human, not even a bird
The clock is ticking midnight,
Its cold and its wet
A shadow of fallen lovers,
A dying image you cannot forget
The cold floor is stained in red,
A puddle of blood where she lies
Her entire life
Is passing before her eyes,
She gains consciousness,
A single unshed tear
She cant feel anything,
The numbing pain and fear
Next to her bloody body,
Her lover silently looks at the stars
His wounds and torn scars
Yearn for the touch of rain
His eyes are closing slowly,
And then he opens them again
But his wish stays ungranted
As the sky is black with no cloud
The girls heart is weakly beating,
The truth is there outloud
Someone robbed them
And hurt them both
The girl could have been dead,
If the boy didn’t save her life
But his last words are piercing,
Tearing her soul like a knife
Although I tried to save you,
We are still to die
It is Gods will,
Baby, please don’t cry
We are in His hands now,
Hell do as he please
Sarah, I want to kiss you,
Her he pain tries to ease
Sarah is weak,
Her stomach is torn
She cries for one reason only,
Her little baby that will never be born
Sarah, the boy whispers
Are you dead?
But Sarah’s eyes are fixed at the sky,
Her mind rejects what he just said
Now her baby’s dead,
Cuz of the shortcut they took
Well get faster to the doctor,
The boy said, the oldest trick in the book
She would have given
Her life for the baby to live
Now the baby’s dead,
And she had no life to give
Never did she expect to die at sixteen,
She held the future in her hand
Now she stopped breathing,
Thinking of her baby, her life will end...
Victims Of A Down ..
A Poem from the singer, guitarist and songwriter Daron Malakian, wrote it in memory of the victims of Armenian genocide
domingo, 22 de mayo de 2011
Welcome To My blog Task
In this blog I will post my homework for level 3. I will use it to practice writing, listening, speaking and reading. Also, i will share it with my classmates and people from the world
Hello, there! My name is Leonel Garcia, but you can call me Leo, or Tonnele ... But my girlfriends say I Leito, I'm from Maracaibo, originally. Yo Soy De la Concepcion I have 17 years old and studying engineering in the city. My favorite subjects are Inglés.y position and I am in the third quarter
I love music, I listen Meta, Rock's my thing, I Love Being In My Computer, Master The Video Games .. I'm a gamer, surf the net, My favorite sport is wrestling, playing guitar, studying English, talking on the phone with my friends, fried chicken, chocolate, my family, my favorite band ..
Hate Reggaeton, Vallenato Nasty, Justin Bieber, computer viruses, war, violence, people hypocrites and justin again when he said the metal is pure noise
My dreams are mainly graduate, have a stable job, raise a family with the girl I love most, Broadway Travel, Mexico to meet one day Power Daron Malakian .. It Guitarriasta Best Of All
About English, I love to learn new languages. I think English is very important. I listen to music and watch TV in English. It’s a good exercise. I also chat on the internet and have friends in many countries. I can write well, but I need to practice more. The most difficult for me is speaking. I want to practice in class and out of class, too. I hope I can make a lot of friends and practice speaking in this class
Pshyco, Groupie, Cocaine, Crazy! The humor is a big part of our emotion, if I had not heard, there would be no love, if laughter would not have had no tears, all part of everything
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