"...los gestos extraños que para matar al amor hacen los amantes" P. Valery
jueves, enero 29, 2009
7 A.M.
Y un día decidimos reunirnos
a la hora en que las horas se detienen
y lo sentidos se paralizan,
cuando los susurros dejan de sonar
para dejar crecer
aquello que nos negamos a cometer,
para no complicar más las cosas.
Esta es la hora en que la belleza se revela.
martes, enero 06, 2009
Tu canto
Hated For Loving (Morrissey)
I am
hated for loving
I am
hated for loving
Anonymous call,
a poison pen
A brick in the small of the back again
I still don't belong
To anyone
I am mine
And I am
hated for loving
I am
haunted for wanting
Anonymous call,
a poison pen
A brick in the small of the back again
I still don't belong
To anyone
I am mine
I am falling
With no one to catch me
I am falling
And there's still
No one to catch me
Anonymous call,
a poison pen
A brick in the small of the back again
I just don't belong
To anywhere
I just don't belong
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