Mejor asi?

No logro detectar si es necesidad o soledad lo que tengo de ti..Ha pasado una semana en la que han aparecido diversos sentimientos: Tranquilidad, ansiedad, temor, necesidad, lujuria, cansancio,descanso, etc..
Y sin embargo no sé si esto es lo mejor, aplicar la distancia y permitirle al tiempo que haga su trabajo.
"The Way Things Are"
I wouldn't know what to do with another chance If you gave it to me
I couldn't take the embrace of a real romance It's race right through me
I'm much better off the way things areMuch much better if, better by far, by far
I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice It'd roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice
So don't even ask meI'm much better off, the way things are
Much much better off, better by far
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be Able to move on
How can I fight, when we're on the same side How can I fight beside you
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on Ans
I'll keep on kicking the crap will it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settleAnd as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be Able to move on
So keep on callng me names, keep on, keep onAnd I'll keep kicking the crap till it's goneIf you keep on killing, you could get me to settleAnd as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be Able to move on

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Isabela 14 de febrero de 2009, 19:53  

a veces me dan ganas de saltarme todos esos putos pasos del dichoso "duelo" pero en el fondo se que si no dejo que me recorran cada una de ésas casi detestables y necesarias emociones, nunca se iran del todo...
Muchas gracias por pasarte por el blog, me encanta tu primer post de Bukowski, le dejo un estrujo bloguero, saluditos le deja esta Isabela. :)

Biogràfico

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