Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Lies
Hay un leve susurro en el ambiente. El recuerdo de su beso, de su mirada, de su caricia. La profunda lividez de sus manos, recorriendo despiadadas un terreno puro, sagrado. Ella, su soledad, el engaño de las cosas no dichas. La silueta de su pasado, fundida con más de lo anterior, con el filo del orgullo que lastima, con la rigidez de sus labios que negaron sus palabras. Las notas del recuerdo, la simplicidad de su proceder. Todo o nada, nada siguió igual, nada permaneció. Se evaporó su aroma, que acompañó la mentira mientras duró el trino de su roce. La tocó. Se asomó por la puerta y congeló el momento en su cabeza. No obstante, eso la hundió. Está ahora ahogándose en la superficie de algo que no conoce, que no entiende, que no sabe cómo manejar, que olvidó cómo cantar. No es el ciclo de nuevo, es el círculo que acabó al extremo del latido, con la lágrima en los ojos.
(Acompañamiento:
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Runaway)
Runaway
I was feeling sad, can't help looking back
highways flew by
run, run, run away, no sense of time
want you to stay, want to keep you inside
Run, run, run away
lost, lost, lost my mind
want you to stay, want you to be my prize
run, run, run away
lost, lost, lost my mind
want you to stay, want you to be my prize
I was feeling sad, can't help looking back
highways flew by
run, run, run away, no sense of time
want you to stay, want to keep you inside
All along, not so strong without these open arms
hold on tight
all along, not that strong without these open arms
lie beside
all along, not so strong without these open arms
ride beside
Run, run, run away
lost, lost, lost my mind
want you to stay, want you to be my prize
run, run, run away
lost, lost, lost my mind
want you to stay, want you to be my prize
Monday, September 21, 2009
Slipinside
It doesn't have to be this complicated or is it just me?
I cherish you it's true, and this love I value
if it's not meant to be, I'll bow to destiny and settle for friends
looking to the left, turning to the right
my life is full of no regrets, I'll settle, I'll settle for friends
Friends, I'll settle for friends
all I want is to be your friend
friends, we can be friends
all I want is to be your friend
You tell me you're not ready but I'm precious
you don't want to start something you can't finish
sometimes we're blinded by desire
what you want, not what you need
then it's too late to make ends meet
Friends, we can be friends
all I want is to be your friend
friends, I'll settle for friends
all I want is to be your friend
Friends, I'll settle for friends
all I want is to be your friend
friends, we can be friends
all I want is to be your friend
your friend, your friend
your friend, your friend
your friend
your friend
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Crestfallen
Ella tiene un dolor. Sus ojos, a pesar del maquillaje, no pueden ocultar el halo de tristeza que rodea su fracturada coraza. Ella quiere estar sola, con ella misma. Quiere desvanecerse, desaparecer, consumirse ante los labios de la nada. Esta vez el golpe fue un poco más certero, lo cual, por supuesto, lo hace más fuerte. O quizá ella piensa que es más fuerte porque al ser más reciente, su intensidad parece ser mayor. Claramente, ella ya no recuerda los golpes de hace tiempo, así que no hay forma de comparar. ¿De qué le serviría comparar? Eso no cambiaría nada, apenas si le permitiría seguir trazando una curva de heridas que inevitablemente se volverán cicatrices. Se ha deshecho en llanto, en uno silencioso, como los que invaden el ambiente cuando se está en un funeral. Se ha destrozado una parte de ella misma, pensando que usurpar el lugar que está ocupado ahora, podría desviar la atención de su dolor a uno diferente. A uno físico quizás. Se siente atrapada entre sistemas vivos y estáticos. No quiere volver a ese estado, pero se encuentra en una caída permanente, continua, inflexible. No quiere que el misterio de su agonía la asfixie más. Desde adentro, alguien llama. Es la voz de ella, que viene a verla de nuevo. Quiere torturarla. Hasta su conciencia está triste, no opone resistencia. En el instinto de las notas, ella se descubre descrita. Sucede que no le queda mucho más que afrontar la ruptura de su esquema. El beso, el último, sigue sin tener ese temido sabor a engaño. La belleza se quedó vacía, dejó de transmitir señales. Después de mí, permanecen sus palabras. Su gesto. La nada misma. El vacío. Ella, de la misma forma en la que siempre ha estado. Permanece.
(Acompañamiento:
Marillion - When I meet God)
When I meet God
And if the bottle's no solution, why does it feel so warm?
and if that girl is no solution, why did she feel so warm?
and if to feel is no solution, why do I feel?
why do I feel so tired?
why do I feel so broken?
why do I feel so outside?
why do I seem so blind?
I'm so sick of feeling, it's ruined my life
If living rough is no solution, why does it ease my mind?
if looking back is no solution, why are we all?
nothing but children, children inside
Why do the Gods sit back and watch so many lost?
what kind of mother leaves a child in the traffic
turning tricks in the dark, what kind of God?
I crawled around inside myself, it was a long way down
it was a mine and it was mine and in the darkness
I saw a perfect mirror floating in space
When I meet God I'm going to ask her
what makes her cry, what makes her laugh
is she just stars and indigo gas?
does she know why love has no end?
but it's dark-angel friend tearing women and men slowly apart
Stain (don't do that)
scream (don't do that)
fail (never do that, never do that)
I want to go out (don't do that)
I want an adventure (just stay)
I want (just stay in)
I want to make love
And if the bottle's no solution, why does it feel so warm?
and if looking back is no solution, why are we all just children inside?
and if to feel is no solution, why does the whole damn world feel so broken,
and if that girl is no solution, why did she feel so warm?
and if to feel is no solution, why do I feel?
why do I feel so tired?
why do I feel so broken?
why do I feel so outside?
why do I seem so blind?
I'm so sick of feeling, it's ruined my life
If living rough is no solution, why does it ease my mind?
if looking back is no solution, why are we all?
nothing but children, children inside
Why do the Gods sit back and watch so many lost?
what kind of mother leaves a child in the traffic
turning tricks in the dark, what kind of God?
I crawled around inside myself, it was a long way down
it was a mine and it was mine and in the darkness
I saw a perfect mirror floating in space
When I meet God I'm going to ask her
what makes her cry, what makes her laugh
is she just stars and indigo gas?
does she know why love has no end?
but it's dark-angel friend tearing women and men slowly apart
Stain (don't do that)
scream (don't do that)
fail (never do that, never do that)
I want to go out (don't do that)
I want an adventure (just stay)
I want (just stay in)
I want to make love
And if the bottle's no solution, why does it feel so warm?
and if looking back is no solution, why are we all just children inside?
and if to feel is no solution, why does the whole damn world feel so broken,
so outside and out-of-sorts?
a perfect mirror floating in space,
waves and numbers, but oh, such beautiful numbers
and oh, such waves
a perfect mirror floating in space,
waves and numbers, but oh, such beautiful numbers
and oh, such waves
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