Cómo podía yo sospechar que aquello que parecía tan mentira era verdadero, un Figari con violetas de anochecer, con caras lívidas, con hambre y golpes en los rincones. Más tarde te creí, más tarde hubo razones, hubo madame Léonie que mirándome la mano que había dormido con tus senos me repitió casi tus mismas palabras.

martes, 2 de febrero de 2010

Cada día al despertar, me digo que hoy será un buen día.





And now i wait my whole lifetime for you
and now i wait my whole lifetime for you
i ride the dirt, i ride the tide for you
i search the outside, search inside for you
to take back what you left me
i know i'll always burn to be
the one who seeks so i may find
and now i wait my whole lifetime
outlaw of torn and i'm torn
so on i wait my whole lifetime for you
so on i wait my whole lifetime for you
the more i search, the more my need for you
the more i bless, the more i bleed for you
you make me smash the clock and feel
i'd rather die behind the wheel
time was never on my side
so on i wait my whole lifetime
outlaw of torn and i'm torn
*hear me
and if close my mind in fear
please pry it open
see me
and if my face becomes sincere
beware
hold me
and when i start to come undone
stitch me together
save me
and when you see me strut
remind me of what left this outlaw torn.