Te ví..

Te encontré y durante tantas mañanas fui un fiel guardián de tus espaldas, esperaba el momento exacto para abrirme ante ti, 3 veces estuve a punto de hacerlo y sin embargo el temor a tu rechazo venció al deseo de escuchar tu voz.
Cada mañana la esperaba ansiosamente con la única finalidad de verte subir y observarte durante todo el trayecto, observar tu cabello iluminado por los tenues rayos de ese sol que nos acompañaba.
Le pedía al viento fuera bondadoso conmigo y me trajera cada letra de tu nombre, imaginaba verme reflejado en tu mirada,te aparecías en mis sueños y ordenabas el desorden que es mi vida. En fin, la cordura desapareció y me volví un iluso de tanto desearte a mi lado. Hoy ya son mas de 10 días que no te he vuelto a ver y he comenzado a arrepentirme de no haber aprovechado esos momentos que tuve tan cerca de ti, de haceme notar ante tus ojos.
¿Que tan posible es "enamorarse" de alguien desconocido?
Mi soledad te necesita.

Elliot Smith- I better be quiet now

Wish you gave me a number Wish I could call you today,Just to hear a voice. I got a long way to go Getting further away.If I didnt know the difference,Living alone would probably be ok. It wouldnt be lonely.I got a long way to go Getting further away.A lot of hours to occupy it was easy When I didnt know you yet,Things Id have to forget. But I better be quiet now,Im tired of wasting my breath Carrying on, getting upset.Maybe I have a problem,But thats not what I wanted to say.I prefer to say nothing.I got a long way to go Getting further away.Had a dream as an army man with an orderJust to march in my placeBut a dead enemyScreams in my faceBut I better be quiet now,Im tired of wasting my breath Carrying on, not over it yet.Wish I knew what you were doing.Why you want to do it this way.So I cant go the distance,I got a long way to go,Im getting further away.I got a long way to go Getting further 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