Mostrando las entradas de agosto, 2007


Estoy sentado como un inválido en el desierto de mi deseo de ti.

Me he acostumbrado a beber la noche lentamente, porque sé que la habitas, no importa dónde, poblándola de sueños.

El viento de la noche abate estrellas temblorosas en mis manos, que aún no se conforman, viudas inconsolables de tu pelo.

En mi corazón se agitan los pájaros que en él sembraste y a veces les daría la libertad que exigen para volver a ti, con el helado filo del cuchillo.

Pero no puede ser. Porque estás tan en mí, tan viva en mí, que si me muero a ti te moriría.



I know that it is freezing but i think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they'll be gone.

When everything gets lonely i can be my own best friend
I'll grab a coffee and the papes; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask i polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.

I know you have a heavy heart; i can feel it when we kiss
So many men much stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me i'm not gamble you can count on me to split
The love i sell you in the evening, by the morning won't exist.

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you'll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, i think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in evening…