Son un poco más de 48 hrs ya sin podernos comunicar y me parece un eternidad. Si bien ya hemos pasado por esto, no sé por qué esta vez me parece mucho más tiempo. Quizá es porque sé que aún habrá que esperar otras 48 hrs más para volver a escucharte. Tal vez es porque extraño conversar contigo, quizá porque siento que sólo tú me sabes escuchar o porque simplemente el sonido de tu voz lo extrañan mis oídos.
Hoy después de mucho tiempo me decidí a escribir nuevamente con la única intención de lanzar algunas letras al ciber espacio con la esperanza de que lleguen a tí eventualmente.
Mientras tanto, yo sigo esperando y juntando ganas de verte.
Draft
a brief space to scratch some words on
martes, 23 de octubre de 2012
miércoles, 19 de agosto de 2009
drink up, baby, stay up all night
the things you could do, you won't but you might
the potential you'll be, that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make
drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away
the images stuck in your head
people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you
there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught
drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest
where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot
the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
the things you could do, you won't but you might
the potential you'll be, that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make
drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away
the images stuck in your head
people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you
there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught
drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest
where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot
the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009
Admito que perdí
Una vez más, aunque me cueste aceptarlo, -tienes razón- lamento que mis ideas mal enhebradas causen malos ratos, dudas e incertidumbres. Razones buenas tenía yo para permanecer en silencio... pero me cuesta evitar acceder a tus peticiones.
No había razón para tanto alboroto, mi escencia pesimista, mi afán por ver las cosas negras hacen que mis pensamientos me lleven a creer que no hay mejores escenarios en el horizonte.
Lo lamento, ganaste.
No había razón para tanto alboroto, mi escencia pesimista, mi afán por ver las cosas negras hacen que mis pensamientos me lleven a creer que no hay mejores escenarios en el horizonte.
Lo lamento, ganaste.
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