La noche








La noche cae, fría y lacerante en los huesos rotos que dejaron tus palabras. Es duro cargar con tantos recuerdos cercenando mi tranquilidad, tus cruentas palabras siguen agusanandose en mi cerebro y no se cuanto tiempo deba pasar para que terminen de tragarse lo queda dentro de mi. Hoy te escupo desde este refugio abyecto, cayendo por un profundo abismo... Mañana te besare con estos labios destrozados.

Depeche Mode -Sister of Night
Sister of night When the hunger descends And your bodys a fire An inferno that never ends An eternal flameThat burns in desires name Sister of night When the longing returns Giving voice to the flame Calling you through flesh that burns Breaking down your will To move in for the kill Oh sister, come for me Embrace me, assure me Hey sister, I feel it too Sweet sister, just feel meI me i´m trembling, you heal me Hey sister, I feel it too..Sister of night In your saddest dress As you walk through the light Youre desperate to impress So you slide to the floor Feeling insecure Sister of night With the loneliest eyes Tell yourself its alright Hell make such a perfect prize But the cold light of dayWill give the game away.

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Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard
Tom Waits