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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

UNWRITTEN

Yesterday morning I woke up in a very "up-beat" mood, it was a cold grey rainy day in Buenos Airres, but I was stunning... the effects of the drug treatment were almost gone, my husband was on MSN (as usual) and then, while talking with him, I remembered a song I listened to long ago... it wasn´t a classic... but it just came to my mind.

Last year I was searching for music to take with me to the REHAB CENTER and Natasha Beddingfield´s album was one of the ones I bought.

Yesterday morning I decided to keep on... to stop moaning about my new fall on my health, to start writting the book again... and there was this song.

I wrote an email to Counteess Bedelia saying "this is my mood today" and I forward her the lyrics.

I am unwritten again... but I cannot forget all I already had written... and oh fucking hell!!! that was a lot...

So I decided to make and share this video with you all, the ones who were there for me, always.

This video starts with some material of my old performances, 3 years ago, then, the illness, the wheelchair and the oh-so-sad-story we are all fucking tired of... then, my plays as a director, my trip to Florida, my wedding, my love, my honneymoon... well, just the exibits of what TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE really means.

Those are the pages I had...

THE REST IS STILL UNWRITTEN...

ENJOY.-










LYRICS

I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your INNER VISIONS

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way

oh, oh

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live you life with arms wide open
Today is where you book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
the rest is still unwritten
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