Supernatural: "Art Beautiful Dreams"
Rating: Angst - UA -
Beta: Kannay or narcotic doll - HaliwellMB
Status: Completed Part
Summary: Jensen Ackles his last year studying at the music academy "Beautiful Dreams Fine Arts, fully enclosed in their studies and the responsibility that brings these to have a scholarship never have been allowed time for love, but this changes when Jared Padalecki comes into his life, but Jensen will be more important for happiness Your profession?
Dedicasiones: To my betas, each helped me at the time, and I love them both, so as my poison girl artist, I was very happy when I chose at the time.
Note: The link of the song on you tube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bosKCGqZhg&feature=related
Fine Arts, beautiful dreams I
Foreword
"Nobody Sees"
Monday June 26, 2009
not know well what led him to approach the piano after more than five years even flinching or really look - at least clear that it is for work, and this was not the case, at least not in this time.
But those are the unexpected turns of life, and now, naturally, is to hand over the keys, breathing deeply ... letting them go side to side and noting that but it takes more than five years without playing, remember every point, every trick, every scale as if for the first time.
Breathe deeply, realizing that previously typed with curiosity ... and turning to bring the feeling, tenderness, he seizes the soul to sit in front of the object that you love so much misery and caused; to hours your fingers are a cruel way, yet simple-mm- known, between each key, recognizing it as his own, as an extension of your soul. The stay invades a continuous melody, followed by its own faint but steady voice:
Sometimes I rise, give thousand somersaults
sometimes lock myself
open after
sometimes tell you because this silence is that
sometimes and sometimes I'm yours
wind.
Sometimes by a thread and sometimes
and there are a hundred times, my life, I swear I think
:
why is it so difficult?
feel, how I feel
feel, how I feel! What is difficult?
hands tremble to the last sentence, can not stop thinking, stop thinking no-dammit Why Why is it so hard to feel? Why do you feel you feel? - is tormented every second, closes his eyes tight to contain the odd treacherous tear, forcing his hands to continue the torture that has already begun, by itself, "I deserve- repeats itself.
Sometimes I look at you and sometimes you let yourself
Lend me your wings, you check your fingerprint
all
sometimes but never let me down sometimes I'm yours
anyone and sometimes I swear sometimes you really
I feel
not give you a lifetime, just give
moments why is it so hard? ...
living alone is that ...
live, just that ...
why is it so difficult? Breathe
erratically, you can not avoid that treacherous tear furrow her face, followed by many others, are and will be the only sign of sincerity that his rotten soul can provide at least a negligible second - why is it so difficult? ... living alone is that ...- right? - mentally repeats ...
When nobody sees me I can be or not
when nobody sees me
put the world upside down when no one sees me
skin does not limit me
when no one sees me I can be or not be
when nobody sees.
"When nobody sees me, when these words come out of his mouth can not prevent a shudder through each part of your body, because it describes his insignificant existence to perfection n, - he may or may not be " even with the person you love - put the world upside down" though that harm the person who loves -skin does not limit me - much less the corazóny much less love, it's sad, is crude, but true, he thinks to himself as he just continues , a.
Sometimes I rise, give thousand somersaults
lock myself in your eyes open after
sometimes tell you that this silence
and sometimes I'm yours
and sometimes the wind.
And it hurts so was not ashamed to admit, even the smallest - and sometimes I'm yours, and Sometimes the wind- because if it had really been his had he not betrayed, would not have hurt that way, has not taken a part of his soul, knowing that he would destroy, they would destroy man who thought being in love; today knows that if it was, maybe still is, but it is too late.
I write from the centers of my own existence
are born craving the infinite essence
yours are things I do not understand and there are things
as mine but
is that I do not see
guess I do not think I have not understand my life
light verses dark
that, I can. Sorry I fail
not turn on the lights that I have naked
soul and body.
"There are things from you, I do not understand" do who want to cheat? Is chides mentally again. Damn excuses! He understood every part of you, I knew that if I did bruise to that one big kid soul you had. " and there are things as mine but that I do not see" as that part of himself that he did not know, the piece that is capable of hurting what he loves most in this world-famous for something, and not think about the bloody consequences until it's too late.
not turn on the lights, I have bare, soul and body, sobbing pitifully in the last stanza there are no words to describe more accurately the current environment.
When no one sees me I can be or not be
when no one sees me I look like your skin
when no one sees me I think she
when no one sees me I can be or not
when
no one sees me I can be or not
when nobody sees me
skin does not limit me
when no one sees me I can be or not
when nobody sees me
skin does not limit me
I can be, I can be or not be
when nobody sees me ...
irony, no doubt is that after more than five years, returns to meet Jared, with his first love, with that boy puppy dog eyes, penetrating gaze and gaze multicolor, which seemed to undress the soul ... talented musician, but even composer. At that time, about five and half years he came to the music academy "Fine Arts, Beautiful Dreams," where it all began and where it was over and rap where everything seems to be started again , is perhaps ...
A Second Chance? he told himself as he finished sing the song, taking off his glasses clouded with tears squandered seconds before rushing tambiéna clean your eyes with the sleeve of his suit, as fast as he could .
"Professor Ackles await you at the meeting - said a thin girl with a safe but respectful tone, entering slowly into the office, carrying away some papers tended to talented musician .
"Sure," said Genevieve then I wearily, standing back and taking lenses papers and then quickly leave the room like lightning, remembering how it all started ...
continued ...
"Chapter 1"
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