viernes, enero 12

 
El amor es natural y real, pero no para ti ni para mí, mi amor.
Bien, sí. Creo que ahora sí: CTRL+ALT+DEL. Cerrando los párpados para acabar de soñar todo lo imaginable. Desconectando el estómago para sufrir lo justo y necesario. Obturando las fosas nasales para impedir llorar a lo imposible. Amortajando la lengua para olvidar contar lo narrable. Lo que parece preocuparte. Clavándome la uña en el ombligo para intentar suicidarme. Mi religión me prohibe matarme en festivo. Qué contrariedad. ¿Y ahora qué?
Que todas tus noches sean noche de boda. Y que todas tus lunas sean lunas de miel. Cuidate. Que te arrulle Sabina. Y Tracatrá (copyright by: MIA MOORE).
Y en los cascos, esta canción de los smiths, a tu salud:
Oh Mother,
I can feel
the soil falling over my head.
And as I climb into an empty bed.
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over
- still I cling -
I don't know where else I can go
Oh (ver)...
Oh Mother,
I can feel
the soil falling over my head.
See, the sea wants to take me .
The knife wants to slit me.
Do you think you can help me?
Sad veiled bride,
please be happy
Handsome groom,
give her room.
Loud, loutish lover,
treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
Mooooore than she loves you)
And I know it's over
- still I cling -
I don't know where else I can go
Over
and over
and over
and over
Over and over
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me,
and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight?
I know ... 'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms...
" It's so easy to laugh"
"It's so easy to hate"
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you,
my love
Not tonight,
my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and
I, my love
Oh Mother,
I can feel the soil falling over my head

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Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head....

......
 
And as I climb into an empty bed.
Oh, well, enough. I said.
 
Esto me huele muy mal.
¿Qué pasa?
 
Paciencia,...

Cuídate, el mejor amigo eres tu mismo y tu peor enemigo también.
 
I know it's over








still I cling
 
El amor duele mucho pero nos hace sentir vivos.

Besos
 
Siempre tan llano y tan profundo. Nadie consigue ser esto en uno sólo y a ti te sale tan bien… ;-)
 
Muchos besos animosos Coquito.
 
suena todo algo ironico no? te han dado largas?

besos
 
cuenta, cuenta...
 
(K)
 
Que pasó coco,,, la lejanía, las luces, las bolas de billar uhmmm estoy con Mia que pasa?????
 
Que no haya podido ser no significa que el amor no exista sino que se encuentra en otro lado.
Ánimo coco.
 
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