Tu sabes quien eres..

No se por donde empezar, pero se como terminar.Es preciso terminar con esto inmediatamente, tanto tiempo esperando esa respuesta que nunca llego, la paciencia se ha agotado.

Necesito tenerte cerca y no por una bocina telefónica, te convertiste en la liga que me sujeta a esta vida pero tus palabras las escucho tan lejanas, tan difusas.
Me pides sonrisas cuando no puedo hacerlo mas, no en este momento.
Quisiera correr de aquí y meterme en tus brazos para seguir creyendo que todavía es posible sonreír, para seguir creyendo que no soy el estorbo que otros dicen que soy.
Eres la única persona que ve en mi algo mas que eso pero no puedo mas con las noches oscuras, con las madrugadas abandonadas.
Dime por favor, ¿que hago antes de que sea demasiado tarde?

DÍMELO..TE LO EXIJO...POR PIEDAD!
La pistola apunta a mi cabeza y no puedo esquivarla mas...no puedo.

Radiohead-No surprises.
A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal. You look so tired-unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide.
with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silence, silence.
This is my final fit, my final bellyache
with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please
Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), no alarms and no surprises, please.

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Anónimo 24 de febrero de 2009, 10:12  

(suspirtote) esa rolita viene en el mejor disco de Radiohead y este post parece tener lianas que se adhieren a mis pensamientos y me abruman un montón...
escucho la voz te Tom York mientras te leo, no puedo abrazarte no serviria de nada, me siento tan distante esta vez, tan ajena a esos sentimientos que me dan ganas de regresar el cassette para ver en que momento perdi la sensación de empatia...
¿tu crees que hay respuesta a esto?

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