02 febrero, 2007

fondark 2007


una extraña sensación de nido vacío

me siento bien

cansada

la cabeza me duele un poco

pero me río

las cosas pasan

algunas van quedando atrás

las cicatrices son bellas

me gustan (al fin y al cabo)

cada día es un día nuevo

prolifica

días de sandía

de cosas buenas

de cosas nuevas

decidir

ceder

no es perder

ja

etc.
Hope there's someone Who'll take care of me When I die, will I go Hope there's someone Who'll set my heart free Nice to hold when I'm tired There's a ghost on the horizon When I go to bed How can I fall asleep at night How will I rest my head Oh I'm scared of the middle place Between light and nowhere I don't want to be the one Left in there, left in there There's a man on the horizon Wish that I'd go to bed If I fall to his feet tonight Will allow rest my head So here's hoping I will not drown Or paralyze in light And godsend I don't want to go To the seal's watershed Hope there's someone Who'll take care of me When I die, Will I go Hope there's someone Who'll set my heart free Nice to hold when I'm tired (Antony and the Johnsons)

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

cicatrice.
coma sandía.
y ríamos, hermano chico.