lunes, 28 de abril de 2008

¿Dónde vas metida en ese viejo abrigo gris?
Si nadie espera en la casa, ¿para qué llegar?
Sin rumbo, aburrida, cansada de trabajar.

¿Dónde están los buenos amigos que nunca se iban a ir?
¿Los besos que por la noche te hacían volar?
¿Los labios que siempre decían sí?

Maldito abril.
Sólo viene a recordarte que ya no eres feliz.

¿Dónde vas?
Cruzas sin prisa las calles de tu barrio gris.
El príncipe azul fue marrón y no quiso llamar.
Ahora, el espejo escupe toda la verdad.

¿Dónde están las noches sin pastillas para dormir?,
¿Las penas que sólo eran penas para los demás?,
¿La colección de promesas por cumplir?

Maldito abril.
Solo viene a recordarte que ya no eres feliz.

domingo, 13 de abril de 2008



Look at you go…
You've got the rest in toe,
the best thing going…and you know.
Look at you go…
You come and the highs seem low,
the quick seems slow… and you know.

Every time that I laugh though I really wanna cry… you know.
And every time that I tell you I don't care and I lie… you know.

'Cause you've got everything on me,
and I've got nothing on you,
yeah, and it terrifies me.
Tell me what can I do.
If you won't play fairly, then spare me.

Look at you go…
How could I stop you now,
or slow you down?… this is your town.

And I'll never be
untruthful to you,
deceitful or cruel,
'cause you'd just see right through
and that's why I can't fool around you.

And every time I can't say what I really wanna say… you know.
Every time just a trace of that look on my face… and you know.

'Cause you've got everything on me,
and I've got nothing on you,
yeah, and it terrifies me.
Baby, what can I do?
If you won't play fairly, then spare me.

miércoles, 9 de abril de 2008

La mentira más común es aquella con la que un hombre se engaña a sí mismo. Engañar a los demás es un defecto relativamente vano.

Nietzsche


lunes, 31 de marzo de 2008

So lately, been wondering
who will be there to take my place.
When I'm gone, you'll need love to light the shadows on your face.
If a great wave shall fall, and fall upon us all,
then between the sand and stone, could you make it on your own?

If I could, then I would,
I'll go wherever you will go.
Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go.

And maybe, I'll find out
a way to make it back someday,
to watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days.
If a great wave shall fall, and fall upon us all,
then I hope there's someone out there
who can bring me back to you.

If I could, then I would,
I'll go wherever you will go.
Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go.

Run away with my heart,
run away with my hope,
run away with my love.

I know now, just quite how,
my life and love may still go on.
In your heart, in your mind, I'll stay with you for all of time.

If I could, then I would,
I'll go wherever you will go.
Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go.

If I could turn back time,
I'll go wherever you will go.
If I could make you mine,
I'll go wherever you will go.

viernes, 28 de marzo de 2008

Let's make love... and listen death from above.

martes, 25 de marzo de 2008

Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

lunes, 17 de marzo de 2008


Así- naturaleza y esencia que se abrazan, en tempestad y sosiego,
sin reposo ni cálculo- con todo lo mejor de nuestros miembros,
terminamos, comenzamos de nuevo.

Nuestros cuerpos
son un mismo lucero.
Compartimos tristezas,
compartimos entrañas.
Llevan la misma sangre, nuestros cuerpos.

Estamos hermanados en la herida; son la llave del día
la llave de la pena y la alegría,
nuestros cuerpos.