
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:
cicatrice.
coma sandía.
y ríamos, hermano chico.
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