Melancólico.



Cuando el amor se va solo queda tristeza, melancolia y una desesperanza cruel, quedan momentos donde los espejos son nuestro peor enemigo y es preciso quebrarlos.

Se quedan enmarañados miles de recuerdos, de aromas que solo regresaran absorbidos por el aliento de la añoranza.

Cuando el amor nos abandona, el mundo se pierde en un laberinto en el que su salida se encuentra frente a nuestras narices, sin embargo tal oscuridad nos impide palparla y huir hacia la luz.

Lagrimas brotan sin cesar.

El domingo es el peor dia para sufrir una de estas perdidas, para observar como el amor se larga por la ventana, pero tambien es un buen dia para celebrar algo.



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Isabela 28 de marzo de 2009, 8:37  

UUUUY eres la onda
lo quiero para quedarmelo para siempre y despues te invitare a hacer pasteles de lodo y te dejare llevar la velita, me cantaras las mañanitas y luego y luego nos salimos a bailar con las pestañas, le mordemos las costillas a la luna y terminamos el día con un cuento de buenas noches a mis tenis...
gracias fito
la neta es bien chidooooooo
lo imprimire y me quedare con el
muacks blogueros para ti
ciao ciao

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