Por que eres tu, mi sol,
* For it is you, my sun
la fe con vivo
* the faith that I live by
la potencia de mi voz
* the strength of my voice
los pies con que camino,
* the feet that I walk with
Eres tu amor
* it is you love
mis ganas de reir
* my desire to laugh
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Shakira - Tu (You)
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2 - It is better to/Than to have
They say that it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
We can apply that logic pattern to say... it is better to be burned than to not have
been burned at all? It is better to have impaled oneself on jagged rocks at the bottom
of a cliff than to have not jumped at all?
Whoever invented that saying was a foolish adventurer.
Society believes that we must risk life, limb, and heart to experience at the cost of
losing one, if not all, those things we hold dear. They blind themselves with this belief
that we must "love than not love at all" and "live than not live at all."
What if you were never given that chance? The chance to have loved and never
loved at all, I mean. What if you were just "never loved at all"?
Why we are the unfortunate ones! We never got /to love/ so we don't know what's
better. While we are few and far between, us "never to's" we exist, on the fringe of the
"its better to's" society.
People who have hearts filled to the brim with love but could never love.
We are outcasts of the "its better to's".
Just like I exist on the fringe, wanting to love, so I can have the bittersweet
moment called "experience". Unfortunately I know that I can never love so I can never
love at all.
Sometimes I wish I never loved at all, the pain of having loved someone is too
much and it weighs on my heart. You give so much and when its all over you find yourself
empty as if you got nothing in return.
Oh sorry, I am waxing poetic again aren't I?
Clow was always a sentimental person. Too sentimental I believe. I guess I
really was cut from the same cloth.
Sakura was beautiful today, but then again she was always beautiful. Even when
she looked as if she had been dragged through the dirt and then pounded by a stampede of
wild horses or when she wore sweats and was concentrating hard on her homework.
Every moment was beautiful. So beautiful that it was hard not to secretly glance at her
when she wasn't looking.
She had grown to be a pixie sized person. No taller than five foot three (though
Sakura claims she was five-four on a good day). Not that it mattered, no matter how
mature she had become she was the same twelve year old girl that had a generous heart and
a steel core. And that above all was what made Sakura beautiful. Not her maturity or her
height, or her entire worldly age of seventeen. Sakura was still the same girl that she was
years ago.
Tomoyo stared at her hands feeling her face flush. She silently cursed herself,
years of experience made her nearly perfect at hiding her love and admiration for her best
friend. Sometimes she'd slip and let her feelings surface to her face.
She took a deep breath and concentrated on her hands that were laying palm down
on her desk. She silently counted her fingers. One, two, three, four, five, five, four, three,
two-
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura called.
Tomoyo looked up and smiled. "Coming Sakura-chan!" she said brightly and
grabbed her backpack and rushed to catch up with the group.
She felt a stab of jealousy in her heart as she watched Sakura slowly reach for
Shaoran's hand. He in turn moved closer to her, his eyes looking down at her, soft and
fool of adoration. He had grown tall, a very well turned out height of six-two. Much
taller than Tomoyo's five-seven.
Tomoyo smiled and her jealousy disappeared as easily as it came, Sakura never fulfilled
her wish to be taller than her brother.
It didn't matter did it? As long as Sakura was happy, she was happy too. It was
her mantra. Her code of living. Her line. As long as it was there she had no need to cross
the line.
Tomoyo smiled again and assured herself that things will be okay.
/As long as I get through this year and graduate./ she thought to herself. /Things
will be okay./
She stopped walking for a moment and realized that she had been saying that to
herself since she started junior high with Sakura. /As long as I get into the same school
with Sakura things will be okay./ and /As long as I get through this year, things will be
okay?/
/Is it okay?/
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura called.
Tomoyo looked up at her. She was standing a ways away from her, her eyes
bright, her face a glow with happiness. Behind her stood Shaoran looking concerned, as
well as Rika, Chiharu, and Yamazaki waiting for her. Her friends, all waiting for her.
"Did you lose something?" Sakura asked, her eyes filling with concern for her best
friend. She took a step forward.
Tomoyo smiled, "No, I just remembered something I had to do." she said.
"Oh you were staring at the ground in front of you as if you had forgotten
something."
"No not at all." Tomoyo said as she walked towards them. They resumed walking
towards the exit. "I just remembered I should pick up cake."
Sakura smiled, "Oh good idea, I think I'll get some too."
/When will things be okay?/ Tomoyo thought as she walked home after their meeting at the
cafe.
She sighed. It was getting more and more difficult to stand by and watch Sakura give her
love to someone else. Not that the person that received that love was ungrateful. Shaoran
was the best person for Sakura. Tomoyo knew that she'd accept no other person and
unfortunately she knew that Sakura felt the same way.
As she rounded a corner she ran into someone.
"Iya!" she exclaimed as she felt herself fall backwards.
A hand caught hers.
"Daidouji-san?"
Tomoyo looked up to see a tall man standing before her. His glasses askew, which he
straightened as he let go of her hand and ran a hand through his hair. She looked at him
more closely, it wasn't until he smiled that she knew who it was.
"Hiiragaizawa-kun?" she asked.
He bowed, "Yes." he said.
"What a surprise, I didn't expect to run into you." she said as she steadied herself with a
nearby wall.
He smiled again, "I was on my way for a walk. Were you going home? I can walk you there."
Tomoyo nodded and he fell into step with her.
"So..." she said unable to think of anything to say. It was rather uncommon for her to not have
something to say, not even something polite. She just wasn't in the mood to say anything.
Eriol didn't say anything, he was lost in his memories.
"Its surprising to run into you." she said again after a moment of silence.
He nodded, "I wanted a change of scenery. Nakuru wanted to come to Japan and I need to
work on repairs on the house."
"Ahhh." Tomoyo said. "So this is just a visit?"
He shook his head, "I'm staying for a year."
Tomoyo nodded.
"Besides," he said, "It will take a year to repair the house. Its a large house."
"Some of us call them mansions Hiiragaizawa-kun." Tomoyo said.
He chuckled, "Yes its a mansion, Nakuru and Spinel are either cleaning right now or Nakuru is
chasing Spinel with a sweet."
Tomoyo couldn't help but smile at that image. She stopped at the gate to her home and turned
to him, her hand on the handle of the gate door. "Thank you for walking me home, I hope to see
you soon Hiiragaizawa-kun."
Eriol nodded and bowed over her hand. "Thank you for a pleasant walk Daidouji-san." He
watched her open the gate door and disappear behind one of the many manicured bushes
that lined the walkway.
He turned away and sighed, "I better return to see what mess they've caused."
As he approached his front door he remembered a moment years ago, seeing Kaho run
across the lawn with bags in her hands. She looked so beautiful and happy. He frowned,
"This is for both our own good." he said.
"Mouuu Suppi come back!" Nakuru's voice called through the window.
"I don't want to know." Eriol said to himself as he entered the house.
Suppi zoomed out of the ball room with Nakuru running after him. "Suppi come back we're not
done with the chandeliers!"
He perched himself on the grandfather clock in the foyer and looked down at Nakuru, "I am not your dust rag."
"But Suppi!" Nakuru said with a pout.
Eriol noticed that Spinel had a layer of dust all over him making his once dark purple coat a
lighter shade. Wads of dust clung to his wings and ears.
"Nakuru." Eriol said.
"Oh! Eriol! You're back." she said with a smile.
"Did the cleaning staff leave?"
She nodded. "They'll return tomorrow." she glanced at him, "You didn't get us any dinner did
you?"
Eriol looked down at his hands and looked sheepish.
Nakuru smiled, "I'm sure we can find something in the kitchen," she said.
"Something that hasn't expired?" Spinel asked from his perch.
Nakuru sighed, "True."
"I'll go get something." Eriol said.
"I'll give Suppi a bath!" Nakuru said.
"Better yet, why don't you go to the store and get us something." Eriol said as he pulled off his
coat, "I'm tired."
Nakuru bit back a remark about giving Suppi a bath and nodded. "I'll be back."
"Don't buy out the store." Eriol said wearily as he sat down on the bench in the foyer.
Nakuru ran off to get her things.
Suppi came down and sat on Eriol's knee, "Good walk?"
"Not very." Eriol said. He picked him up, "Let's get this dust off you." he said, "What did Nakuru
do to you? Use you for her duster?"
"Pretty much." Suppi said, he sneezed.
Eriol smiled.
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1) Not too bad right? I think Eriol is a tad bit ooc but I'll just comment on how he's grown up and has
become a bit jaded. Events have made him be this way.
2) I should mention, the spanish part at the top is from a song sun by Shakura named Tu which
is a beautifly sad song about trying to hold on to the person you love most.
* For it is you, my sun
la fe con vivo
* the faith that I live by
la potencia de mi voz
* the strength of my voice
los pies con que camino,
* the feet that I walk with
Eres tu amor
* it is you love
mis ganas de reir
* my desire to laugh
-----
Shakira - Tu (You)
-----
2 - It is better to/Than to have
They say that it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
We can apply that logic pattern to say... it is better to be burned than to not have
been burned at all? It is better to have impaled oneself on jagged rocks at the bottom
of a cliff than to have not jumped at all?
Whoever invented that saying was a foolish adventurer.
Society believes that we must risk life, limb, and heart to experience at the cost of
losing one, if not all, those things we hold dear. They blind themselves with this belief
that we must "love than not love at all" and "live than not live at all."
What if you were never given that chance? The chance to have loved and never
loved at all, I mean. What if you were just "never loved at all"?
Why we are the unfortunate ones! We never got /to love/ so we don't know what's
better. While we are few and far between, us "never to's" we exist, on the fringe of the
"its better to's" society.
People who have hearts filled to the brim with love but could never love.
We are outcasts of the "its better to's".
Just like I exist on the fringe, wanting to love, so I can have the bittersweet
moment called "experience". Unfortunately I know that I can never love so I can never
love at all.
Sometimes I wish I never loved at all, the pain of having loved someone is too
much and it weighs on my heart. You give so much and when its all over you find yourself
empty as if you got nothing in return.
Oh sorry, I am waxing poetic again aren't I?
Clow was always a sentimental person. Too sentimental I believe. I guess I
really was cut from the same cloth.
Sakura was beautiful today, but then again she was always beautiful. Even when
she looked as if she had been dragged through the dirt and then pounded by a stampede of
wild horses or when she wore sweats and was concentrating hard on her homework.
Every moment was beautiful. So beautiful that it was hard not to secretly glance at her
when she wasn't looking.
She had grown to be a pixie sized person. No taller than five foot three (though
Sakura claims she was five-four on a good day). Not that it mattered, no matter how
mature she had become she was the same twelve year old girl that had a generous heart and
a steel core. And that above all was what made Sakura beautiful. Not her maturity or her
height, or her entire worldly age of seventeen. Sakura was still the same girl that she was
years ago.
Tomoyo stared at her hands feeling her face flush. She silently cursed herself,
years of experience made her nearly perfect at hiding her love and admiration for her best
friend. Sometimes she'd slip and let her feelings surface to her face.
She took a deep breath and concentrated on her hands that were laying palm down
on her desk. She silently counted her fingers. One, two, three, four, five, five, four, three,
two-
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura called.
Tomoyo looked up and smiled. "Coming Sakura-chan!" she said brightly and
grabbed her backpack and rushed to catch up with the group.
She felt a stab of jealousy in her heart as she watched Sakura slowly reach for
Shaoran's hand. He in turn moved closer to her, his eyes looking down at her, soft and
fool of adoration. He had grown tall, a very well turned out height of six-two. Much
taller than Tomoyo's five-seven.
Tomoyo smiled and her jealousy disappeared as easily as it came, Sakura never fulfilled
her wish to be taller than her brother.
It didn't matter did it? As long as Sakura was happy, she was happy too. It was
her mantra. Her code of living. Her line. As long as it was there she had no need to cross
the line.
Tomoyo smiled again and assured herself that things will be okay.
/As long as I get through this year and graduate./ she thought to herself. /Things
will be okay./
She stopped walking for a moment and realized that she had been saying that to
herself since she started junior high with Sakura. /As long as I get into the same school
with Sakura things will be okay./ and /As long as I get through this year, things will be
okay?/
/Is it okay?/
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura called.
Tomoyo looked up at her. She was standing a ways away from her, her eyes
bright, her face a glow with happiness. Behind her stood Shaoran looking concerned, as
well as Rika, Chiharu, and Yamazaki waiting for her. Her friends, all waiting for her.
"Did you lose something?" Sakura asked, her eyes filling with concern for her best
friend. She took a step forward.
Tomoyo smiled, "No, I just remembered something I had to do." she said.
"Oh you were staring at the ground in front of you as if you had forgotten
something."
"No not at all." Tomoyo said as she walked towards them. They resumed walking
towards the exit. "I just remembered I should pick up cake."
Sakura smiled, "Oh good idea, I think I'll get some too."
/When will things be okay?/ Tomoyo thought as she walked home after their meeting at the
cafe.
She sighed. It was getting more and more difficult to stand by and watch Sakura give her
love to someone else. Not that the person that received that love was ungrateful. Shaoran
was the best person for Sakura. Tomoyo knew that she'd accept no other person and
unfortunately she knew that Sakura felt the same way.
As she rounded a corner she ran into someone.
"Iya!" she exclaimed as she felt herself fall backwards.
A hand caught hers.
"Daidouji-san?"
Tomoyo looked up to see a tall man standing before her. His glasses askew, which he
straightened as he let go of her hand and ran a hand through his hair. She looked at him
more closely, it wasn't until he smiled that she knew who it was.
"Hiiragaizawa-kun?" she asked.
He bowed, "Yes." he said.
"What a surprise, I didn't expect to run into you." she said as she steadied herself with a
nearby wall.
He smiled again, "I was on my way for a walk. Were you going home? I can walk you there."
Tomoyo nodded and he fell into step with her.
"So..." she said unable to think of anything to say. It was rather uncommon for her to not have
something to say, not even something polite. She just wasn't in the mood to say anything.
Eriol didn't say anything, he was lost in his memories.
"Its surprising to run into you." she said again after a moment of silence.
He nodded, "I wanted a change of scenery. Nakuru wanted to come to Japan and I need to
work on repairs on the house."
"Ahhh." Tomoyo said. "So this is just a visit?"
He shook his head, "I'm staying for a year."
Tomoyo nodded.
"Besides," he said, "It will take a year to repair the house. Its a large house."
"Some of us call them mansions Hiiragaizawa-kun." Tomoyo said.
He chuckled, "Yes its a mansion, Nakuru and Spinel are either cleaning right now or Nakuru is
chasing Spinel with a sweet."
Tomoyo couldn't help but smile at that image. She stopped at the gate to her home and turned
to him, her hand on the handle of the gate door. "Thank you for walking me home, I hope to see
you soon Hiiragaizawa-kun."
Eriol nodded and bowed over her hand. "Thank you for a pleasant walk Daidouji-san." He
watched her open the gate door and disappear behind one of the many manicured bushes
that lined the walkway.
He turned away and sighed, "I better return to see what mess they've caused."
As he approached his front door he remembered a moment years ago, seeing Kaho run
across the lawn with bags in her hands. She looked so beautiful and happy. He frowned,
"This is for both our own good." he said.
"Mouuu Suppi come back!" Nakuru's voice called through the window.
"I don't want to know." Eriol said to himself as he entered the house.
Suppi zoomed out of the ball room with Nakuru running after him. "Suppi come back we're not
done with the chandeliers!"
He perched himself on the grandfather clock in the foyer and looked down at Nakuru, "I am not your dust rag."
"But Suppi!" Nakuru said with a pout.
Eriol noticed that Spinel had a layer of dust all over him making his once dark purple coat a
lighter shade. Wads of dust clung to his wings and ears.
"Nakuru." Eriol said.
"Oh! Eriol! You're back." she said with a smile.
"Did the cleaning staff leave?"
She nodded. "They'll return tomorrow." she glanced at him, "You didn't get us any dinner did
you?"
Eriol looked down at his hands and looked sheepish.
Nakuru smiled, "I'm sure we can find something in the kitchen," she said.
"Something that hasn't expired?" Spinel asked from his perch.
Nakuru sighed, "True."
"I'll go get something." Eriol said.
"I'll give Suppi a bath!" Nakuru said.
"Better yet, why don't you go to the store and get us something." Eriol said as he pulled off his
coat, "I'm tired."
Nakuru bit back a remark about giving Suppi a bath and nodded. "I'll be back."
"Don't buy out the store." Eriol said wearily as he sat down on the bench in the foyer.
Nakuru ran off to get her things.
Suppi came down and sat on Eriol's knee, "Good walk?"
"Not very." Eriol said. He picked him up, "Let's get this dust off you." he said, "What did Nakuru
do to you? Use you for her duster?"
"Pretty much." Suppi said, he sneezed.
Eriol smiled.
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1) Not too bad right? I think Eriol is a tad bit ooc but I'll just comment on how he's grown up and has
become a bit jaded. Events have made him be this way.
2) I should mention, the spanish part at the top is from a song sun by Shakura named Tu which
is a beautifly sad song about trying to hold on to the person you love most.