Un poco de paz...de tranquilidad después de todo el vendaval que se engendro hace tiempo.
Nuevamente (al menos por hoy) vuelvo a disfrutar el amanecer, a disfrutar el rayo de sol ultrajando mi sueño.
Mañana quizá sea un día oscuro como todos pero al menos por hoy, permitiré que la luz se instale en mi habitación.
No hay mucho que decir, no estoy acostumbrado a albergar este tipo de sentimientos por lo que probablemente las palabras se hayan largado a descansar de este su insípido creador.
Por lo pronto, dejo esta bella canción de este hermoso grupo.
La Barranca- El Gran Pez
Manos que tocan
y ambición de no tener
ambiciones
Labios que mojan
mi ilusión es no beber
ilusiones
Haz que todo se quede atrás
como ruido de fondo
y después moja mi nombre
haz que ya no recuerde quien soy, por hoy
el gran pez sólo sabe comer
Ojos que flotan
en las olas donde yo
amanezco
Sexos que brotan
con deseos de provocar
el deseo
Haz que todo se quede atrás
como ruido de fondo
y después moja mi nombre
haz que ya no recuerde quien soy, por hoy
el gran pez sólo sabe comer

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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