CrimsonOoze Crimmy's blog: "Crimson Ooze [CyberGypsy]"

I lost my father when I was a baby.. it left me so confused and unsure as a little girl. Only being raised by my mother and her family, I often wondered if my father's family ever loved me or cared since I had no contact for many years.. Until now. And it's still hard because we have an ocean between us and language barriers.

 

 

Spanish Doll - Poe 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4E8Y62k0KYs

 

 

This place feels so unfamiliar

And yet I know it well

I think I used to belong here

But the only way I can tell

Is that I miss you still

And I cannot find you here

You left me tattered and torn

Just like that Sweet Spanish doll

(Sweet Spanish...Sweet Spanish...) doll

I went down to the alley way

(Sierra la Bonita)

And found that you were gone

Spanish doll: si nunca te fueras (if you would never leave)

You left no word no message

I still don't know

Exactly what went wrong

Spanish doll: lágrimas (tears)

But now no matter where I go

I always seem to return

Spanish doll: búscame (find me)

To where you left me tattered and torn

Spanish doll: yo estoy rompido mi muñeca (I am torn 

my sweet doll)

Just like that sweet Spanish doll

(Sweet spanish...Sweet Spanish doll)

A memory guilded in red and gold

Spanish doll: del oro (of gold)

Beauty guarded and never sold

Spanish doll: cuà dame (protect me)

I keep it with me wherever I go

And I love you still

Spanish doll: Recuérdame (remember me)

No matter how a story will unfold

You know I always will

Spanish doll: Rescátame (Rescue Me)

Have part of you here

In this souvenir

(Spanish doll)

A stranger in this world without you

Is all that I can ever be

All I know that's pure and clear

You left it with me here

In this souvenir

Spanish... [fading]

Spanish...

Spanish...

...Doll

MAN:

And here is father and lovely daughter, shot down in her 

mistaken flight...

(Sweet Spanish...Sweet)

MAN:

....unaware yet how her life will be 

affected by this...experience.

(Sweet...Sweet...)

GIRL: 

Mommy, how come you cry?

MAN: 

While what was really happened was in the years of her childhood...

(Sweet Spanish...Sweet)

MAN:

Perhaps that is where the real story is: in her family house.

GIRL:

How come it's a house of leaves?

(Sweet Spanish...Sweet Spanish)

GIRL: 

How come it's a house of leaves?

Spanish doll: Recuérdame

(Applause)