salió de casa, sin ganas, pisando con cuidado y pensando cada paso. cualquier despiste podía alterar el camino que pretendía llevar, y que se obligaba a seguir, porque parecía el adecuado. le daba miedo salir de ese recorrido. de repente, tropezó.
lejos, muy lejos del suelo,
don't let me fall.
sábado, 30 de julio de 2011
jueves, 21 de julio de 2011
algo falla
cuando tus pies no siguen, tus rodillas no saltan, tus piernas no corren, tus brazos no abrazan, tus manos no aplauden, tus dedos no tocan, tus ojos no brillan, tu boca no sonríe, tus oídos no escuchan, tu cuerpo no baila y tu cabeza no vuela.
pd: quién decía que el verano no era estresante?
pd: quién decía que el verano no era estresante?
lunes, 18 de julio de 2011
debería creer o desaparecer?
tiene un cigarrillo?
y una sonrisa? ...estás triste! necesitas una canción.
They ask me how I feel
I believe in you even through the tears and the laughter,
I believe in you even though we be apart.
I believe in you even on the morning after.
Oh, when the dawn is nearing
Oh, when the night is disappearing
Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart.
Don't let me drift too far,
Keep me where you are
Where I will always be renewed.
And that which you've given me today
Is worth more than I could pay
And no matter what they say
I believe in you.
I believe in you when winter turn to summer,
I believe in you when white turn to black,
I believe in you even though I be outnumbered.
Oh, though the earth may shake me
Oh, though my friends forsake me
Oh, even that couldn't make me go back.
Don't let me change my heart,
Keep me set apart
From all the plans they do pursue.
And I, I don't mind the pain
Don't mind the driving rain
I know I will sustain
'Cause I believe in you.
no, lo siento.
y una sonrisa? ...estás triste! necesitas una canción.
They ask me how I feel
And if my love is real
And how I know I'll make it through.
And they, they look at me and frown,
They'd like to drive me from this town,
They don't want me around
'Cause I believe in you.
They show me to the door,
They say don't come back no more
'Cause I don't be like they'd like me to,
And how I know I'll make it through.
And they, they look at me and frown,
They'd like to drive me from this town,
They don't want me around
'Cause I believe in you.
They show me to the door,
They say don't come back no more
'Cause I don't be like they'd like me to,
And I walk out on my own
A thousand miles from home
But I don't feel alone
'Cause I believe in you.
A thousand miles from home
But I don't feel alone
'Cause I believe in you.
I believe in you even through the tears and the laughter,
I believe in you even though we be apart.
I believe in you even on the morning after.
Oh, when the dawn is nearing
Oh, when the night is disappearing
Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart.
Don't let me drift too far,
Keep me where you are
Where I will always be renewed.
And that which you've given me today
Is worth more than I could pay
And no matter what they say
I believe in you.
I believe in you when winter turn to summer,
I believe in you when white turn to black,
I believe in you even though I be outnumbered.
Oh, though the earth may shake me
Oh, though my friends forsake me
Oh, even that couldn't make me go back.
Don't let me change my heart,
Keep me set apart
From all the plans they do pursue.
And I, I don't mind the pain
Don't mind the driving rain
I know I will sustain
'Cause I believe in you.
jueves, 14 de julio de 2011
la historia interminable.
sí, eso es. se me acaban las palabras por decir sobre esto, están todas usadas ya.
el problema es que, no es una piedra con la que tropiezas una, y otra, y otra vez. es más bien una pared, una fina pared transparente, de cuya existencia nadie se da cuenta, pero que ahí está. siempre ha estado. una pared que hace que, pase lo que pase, algo de tí siga estancado y no avance.
igual las cosas tienen que estar así, igual no.
el problema es que, no es una piedra con la que tropiezas una, y otra, y otra vez. es más bien una pared, una fina pared transparente, de cuya existencia nadie se da cuenta, pero que ahí está. siempre ha estado. una pared que hace que, pase lo que pase, algo de tí siga estancado y no avance.
igual las cosas tienen que estar así, igual no.
jueves, 7 de julio de 2011
si las esperanzas
son falsas ilusiones, no tengas nunca, porque todo lo que pueda salir mal, saldrá mal.
y esas caídas... dejan heridas.
y esas caídas... dejan heridas.
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