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




















Como notas de música
sobre las hojas del pentagrama,
caen de tu boca
las palabras que
decantan sobre mi cuerpo:
sirena eres,
instrumento soy.

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