- published: 25 Nov 2013
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The Iberians (Latin: Hibērī, from Greek: Ιβηρία) were a set of peoples that Greek and Roman sources (among others, Hecataeus of Miletus, Avienus, Herodotus and Strabo) identified with that name in the eastern and southern coasts of the Iberian peninsula, at least from the 6th century BC. The Roman sources also use the term Hispani to refer to the Iberians.
The term Iberian, as used by the ancient authors, had two distinct meanings. One, more general, referred to all the populations of the Iberian peninsula without regard to ethnic differences (Pre-Indo-European, Celts and non-Celtic Indo-Europeans, such as the Lusitanians). The other, more restricted ethnic sense, refers to the people living in the eastern and southern coasts of the Iberian peninsula, which by the 6th century BC had absorbed cultural influences from the Phoenicians and the Greeks. This non-Indo-European cultural group spoke the Iberian language from the 7th to the 1st century BC.
Other possibly related peoples often termed Iberian are the Turdetani, who were descendants of the Bronze age Tartessos culture (although it is not certain if the Turdetani were Iberians in the ethnic and linguistic sense) and the Vascones, that possibly were more related to the Aquitani than to the Iberians. The rest of the peninsula, in the northern, central, northwestern, western and southwestern areas, was inhabited by Celts or Celtiberians groups and the possibly Pre-Celtic or Para-Celtic Indo-European Lusitanians, Vettones, and the Turdetani that also could have been Indo-European or even Celtic.
Needles and pins pierce my heart with their rusty spears
Like my heart being scooped out and placed on a platter
Set as this disgusting sight beating before your ever flaming eyes
Looks can kill
Every glimpse from you tears my heart a little more
Leaving a hole in my chest, for me to cave in to
The blood staining your teeth white
Posing as your sweet tasting lipstick
Stapled emotions to this mattress
My mouth is dry and duct taped shut
But the words are stamped on my forehead
Crawl into my pores and make yourself comfortable
Feel what I'm like on the inside
An insect crawls in the desert
Slept fourteen hours
Eyes are burning
Like holes in me draining life fluid
Lighthouse lights easily attract you
That kind of intensity shall only burn you
This dim candle light would be more soothing
But the dark glow only hurts your pretty eyes
Just close your eyes and just feel my warmth
My heart is empty
Torn open and bled dry
Safety pins
Hold me together
Staring at the stars
All alone
Lying here dreaming and set on fire
Outside of everything untouched by your,
Your little world
Sick, I'm sick