agosto 05, 2005
Paranoical Creeper
14/01/04
agosto 02, 2005
In Translation
agosto 01, 2005
Dramatic Senses
julio 27, 2005
During this almost gone day I have been here...
Time/Breathe Reprise......>by Pink Floyd Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to nought or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say. Breath Reprise Home, home again. I like to be here when I can. When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire. Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
julio 16, 2005
"El oscuro mundo dentro del sofá"
-No acerco demasiado mi rostro,yo sé que siento miedo,miedo de lo que hay dentro de mi sofá.Cuando estoy sentada volteo la cabeza intermitentemente,como si algo fuera a suceder y me quedo expectante por momentos,evito contemplarle.Es un misterio para mí,me abstrae pensar en ello... Pero,¿por qué temo?, simplemente porque yo lo acogí en mi mente,ese temor que nunca me interesó enfrentar.Ahora,me pongo a pensar sobre lo que podría haber ahí dentro,nunca le presté tanta atención!. Bueno,alguna gente fuma hierbas y escribe cosas como estas. Ahora sé por qué temo,es algo tan sencillo! Sé que siempre hay "algo", siempre es así!.No sé qué es...igual después me olvido de todo este asunto. -Señora,disculpe...piensa mover el auto, sí o no? -Oh!,usted es lo que había ahí dentro? -Sí,yo soy lo que había dentro de ese móvil... -Entonces también se mueve...muy ingenioso! -Bueno,señorita...piensa mover el auto,sí o no?,yo estoy apurado! -Es que nunca imaginé que pudiese haber algo tan grande allí.. -Bueno,ya me han dicho eso... (Desde lejos se escucha una voz...) -¡Terremoto! (Léase: estoy muy drogada--) |