Sin palabras...

Pierdo el Aire.
Cómo hacer para ser parte de ti,
Cómo ser parte de tu historia,
Ser tu sola distracción, Quiero vivir dentro de tu memoria.
Cómo hacer y que seas parte de mí, Cómo hacerte parte de mi historia
Tener tu sola atención, Existir dentro de tu memoria.
Qué decir para hacerte sonreír, Consolar el resentimiento, Ser tu profecía,No la ceniza de tus fantasías
Y tu allá Viéndome arrastrarme
Y tu allá Mientras pierdo el aire.
Cómo hacer para hacerte deshacer El pasado que nos extermina,
Deshojar los cuentos Que desbaratan nuestros pensamientos.
Cómo hacer y escapar mi extinción, No volver a sentirme muerto, Revivir cerca de ti
Y soñarte cuando esté despierto
Y es que sabes que al final me perderé. Porque sabes que al final no cumpliré. Y todo tiene un final, lo sabes bien.
Y ese nunca es un final que quieras ver.

Guillotina.

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Isabela 14 de febrero de 2009, 19:57  

oooooh! me encanto
simplemente es perfecto
puta empatia que hace este corazón retumbe y en la cabeza sea atacada por flashback.

estrujos desde acá.

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