Una pequeña historia.

PRIMERA PARTE-

Me encontraba perdido en una ciudad donde la luna brillaba radiante ante mis ojos, donde el aroma a perdición penetraba en mi nariz por lo que quise buscar con mis pies cansados, una persona que calmara esta sensación de frío que deja el andar hacia ningún lado.
Escudriñe a cada una de las personas que pasaban a mi lado, a la distancia, en mi imaginación, en la realidad, pero no lograba tener la certeza de quien..
Seguí caminando acompañado por negras nubes y una pertinaz llovizna que hacia nido en el hoyo de mi zapato. Tenia hambre, mucha hambre de sentir la respiración asfixiante de una mujer cerca de mi cara, pero no....pasaba el tiempo y la ansiedad por abandonar este lugar donde me encontraba, quemaba mis venas y poco a poco volvía a resignarme en que después de tantas ciudades y personas, mi deseo se vería una vez mas insatisfecho.

CONTINUARA MAÑANA...
Radiohead-Blow Out
In my mind and nailed into my heels.
All the time killing what I feel.
And everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]turns to stone.
And everything I touch[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]turns stone.
I am fused just in case I blow out.
I am glued just because I crack out.
Everything I touch turns to stone.
Everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]

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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