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No One - Alicia Keys

I just want you close
Where you can stay forever
You can be sure
That it will only get better

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don’t worry ‘cause
Every thing’s going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all i know is every thing’s gonna be alright

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you

When the rain is pouring down
And my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don’t worry ‘cause
Every thing’s going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all I know is every thing’s going to be alright

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel

I know some people search the world
To find something like what we have
I know people will try try to divide something so real
So till the end of time I’m telling you there ain’t no one

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I lovelovelove this song, and I have some picture that really match the song too..

Her :
I thought I am not those girls who choose to stay in pain anymore. I thought the whole phase of “I am depressed-no one understand me-I am so fucking alone” has passed me. But guessed I am wrong. Now after two solid years, after all ups and down, cries and laughs. I know that feeling still there. I still sad. I still am.

Me :
You know I am trying. I was trying so hard. I always back again on a split second after disappointment number fifty. Nevertheless my plastic smile melted on a burning fire. I felt it too, the burning sensation on my heart.

Her :
So was me. And yet again you are lucky. He loves you repeatedly. A habit too wonderful I thought of as something I could never receive. The winner in me came to the surface just to sensibility his love. I know my presence would make you feel that burning sensation. But, I am someone living in. My wound still bleeding and throbbing.

Me :
I know you’re there. I know we’re both trying. I know you’ll be more suffering for me. That’s made you part of me. The one that makes me want to follow you. That’s made you mine.

*photo taken from pinkumbrella14 without her permission

It’s October 8th 2006, one month a go when we are on the phone. Talking about the reason why I should avoid you.

And later on I know that you were born on an 18 of May 1982. While, I was born on June 28, 1982.

October 8, 2006
May 18, 1982
June 28, 1982
Do you believe in numerology?

I want to blog something other than that number. And off course the will to avoid you itself ruins every number i counted.

I love to laugh out loud when you tell me the silly matter about fallin in love.

My superstitious thought about the “8” things

The hardest part of them all, oh well! your crazy brown eyes looking at me and says! “we’re a baby on 8″

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes

I’m a delusion angel
I’m a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current

I carry you
You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?

Dominik Castell as Streetpoet at Before Sunrise

Kamu, ya kamu! Don’t You Know Me?

aku sedih seperti seekor kumbang Kepik itu.
ketika menyadari bahwa sesunggunya ia tak menyukai warna sayapnya.
sayap yang berbeda dari kebanyakan Kepik lain.
Kepik lain bersayap merah dengan totol hitam besar di tengah.
Kepik itu bersayap Jingga pudar.

satu-satunya Tuhan yang aku tahu adalah Engkau.
ia menyambar-nyambar angin dengan ganas.
seketika kedua tulang sayapnya menjadi lelah.
warna jingga pudar itu tak juga menjadi cerah.
lalu apa kekuatanku?.
ia bertanya kepada satu-satu nya Tuhan yang ia tahu.

dan ketika air mata ku meleleh, melewati kenangan buram ketika Kepik menyalahkan Tuhan.
Keping melempar senyum pahit takala sayap jingga pudarnya jatuh terluka.
ini mendera…
begitu sakit…
begitu nyata…
sayap mengabur menjadi asap dan abu terbakar.

gelombang pedih menyiksa.
kepik dan aku nanar bertatapan.
darah menetes dari ujung pisau tajam dalam genggamanku.
“lebih baik punya sayap berbeda atau tidak sama sekali?” tanyaku padanya.
“tidak usah bertanya, potong saja yang sebelah lagi”
ini mendera…
begitu sakit…
begitu nyata…
sayap mengabur menjadi asap dan abu terbakar.