Mayfly on a Sunday afternoon

Band Hammerfal Music:Glory To The Brave Snow is falling down on this glorious land Colours fading, turning into white again To fallen heroes angels sing, they cry their winter tears Endless mourning days will turn to years So this is goodbye, I take leave of you and Spread your wings and you will fly away now, fly away Now Nothing on earth stays forever But none of your deeds were in vain Deep in our hearts you will live again You're gone to the home of the brave Every solemn moment I will treasure inside Even though it's hard to understand That a silent wind can blow the candle out Taking everything leaving the pain far behind You call out my name, but your voice is fading Into the wind, embraced, you'll fly away now, fly away Now Nothing on earth stays forever But none of your deeds were in vain Deep in our hearts you will live again You're gone to the home of the brave My eyes are closed I feel you're faraway ( so close ) Far beyond that shining star I know you&#

I remember not so long ago,when i used to fly with my parents.I remember my mother being scared,and I tried to confort her ou of her fear.I remember my father,seriously,reading a news paper.It didn´t matter if he didn´t understand the language or not,he used to "read" it.I think it was to get his mind out of what was happening beside him.He always kept quiet during these moments. Then I remembered when we,me and my mother, used to fly to see my father.And how we looked forward to it.It didn´t matter how long the flight was.He allways gave us the best hollidays of our lives.I remember that my mother used to sleep during the whole flight,and I,stayed awake drinking.I got so drunk I didn´t feel time pass by.I chatted with the crew members,it was quite fun.One hour before landing I´ve started the countdown.God!How I love landings!The city gets closer,and closer,and closer.If becomes from a small ant farm to a small lego land then to a whole city.It´s so exit

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heathrow Heathrow As I land on this plane Are you looking at the sky? As I look out the window And see London approach me Now I am landing on Heathrow And I await to see you As I walk around Oxford Street I can see the bildings approach me And the red dubble-decker busses When I arrive I´ll take the tube to destiny To Marble Arch station Near Oxford Street Were I will see you At some sleezy pub Now I am landing on Heathrow And I await to see you As I walk around Oxford Street

Justine is just finnishing her philosophy degree.We didn´t talk since we´ve finnished High School.That little compulsive liar.H0w she sweared to her boyfriends she´d been faithful,but in fact she wasn´t.How she thought anal sex was nasty.The day we read Lolita,Marquis de Sade and The Delta of Venus.All those erotic literature classics.We wished those stories happened to us,alltho we were virgins.We thought fiction could be reality somehow.Will it become true someday?We used to ask ourselves. We got toghether at a bar to sip vodka and suck on lemons like we did when we were 16.At the peak of our drunkness we started telling the awful trueth.I told her about the failure of my university course and started teaching pre-school,that´s cool,but that´s not as cool as "Lady Chatterlay´s Lover".She told me she was going to get married to a rich sheik in Dubai.And she was scared because she had to proove to the guy´s family she was still a virgi