martes, diciembre 07, 2010

El pasado acaba de mirarme a los ojos... y yo no sólo me he ruborizado, sino que he mirado hacia otro lado esquivando su mirada





[Hostia, tú... qué mal me ha sentado. No sabía que la ¿culpabilidad? tuviese un sabor tan amargo]



"It's nights like these that make me sleep all day
It's nights like these that make you feel so far away
It's nights like these when nothing is for sure
It's nights like these I don't want you anymore

And I've only got this one wish
That I was good enough to make you forget
The only boy who ever broke your heart
Cause nights like these tear me apart

It's nights like these the sad songs don't help
It's nights like these your heart's with someone else
It's nights like these I feel like giving up
It's nights like these I don't seem to count for much

The beer tastes like blood and my mouth is numb
I can't make the words I need to say
She had a weakness for writers
And I was never that good at the words anyways". 




[Va a ser verdad que aquí sólo tendrás cabida si arrastras cadenas, y te cuelas, como los suspiros, de madrugada, entre las cuatro esquinas de mi cama Jesusito de mi vida eres niño como yo]


2 perdidos en el laberinto:

Aida dijo...

Yo huyo del pasado, pero porque me da miedo. A veces salir corriendo puede ser una salida muy digna... ;)

Daeddalus dijo...

Ya te digo, y si hay que quitarse los tacones y correr con los zapatos en la mano, pues vale, pero sin perder la dignidad ;)...

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