La lluvia gris se deshace en recuerdos. Se desliza una gota un segundo, un deseo. Tan slo una palabra por t. Una palabra por t. la lluvia gris desnuda una mscara.
Siempre es la misma funcin, el mismo espectador,. el mismo teatro, en el que tantas veces actu. perder la razn en un juego tan real. quizs fuera un error, crame esta herida por favor..
En fro, a flor de labio. Boca de cosecha. Senos de clavel. Curvas mieles. Rincones de voces. Y cuchillos de saliva. Nad desnudo tu oleaje. Ahora que el barco se hunde.
Las palabras fueron avispas. Y las calles como dunas. Cuando an te espero llegar.... En un atad guardo tu tacto y una corona. Con tu pelo enmaraado. Queriendo encontrar un arco-iris infinito.
No hace mucho que le tu carta,. Y sin fuerzas para contestar,. Mil pedazos al viento nos separarn.. Pondr casa en un pas. Lejano para olvidar. Ese miedo hacia t, este miedo hacia t..
Acorralado, entre tu futuro y mi pared.. Cuestionando cada una de las frases.sabes?. Nunca estuviste en la cancin.. Pero, tan dulcemente te entregaste....
Nube que tuve. Toda tragar. Hoy prpados hinchados te ciegan.. Brumara las horas. Cansado y hambriento. Vierte el cuello entre el hielo,. Deja que se humedezcan.
Time is up my dear,. the sleep can never be too long.. The night isn't good to the likes of us.. . You're lightyears away.. You're lightyears away.. I miss calling home..
Now you've been sneaking, been untrue. Now they call me little boy blue. Someday baby, you're gonna find. Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine.
Listen people to what I say. I say everybody's got to have their day. . And don't you know that, everybody's got to love somebody sometime. Everybody's got to win a heart, everybody's got to love somebody sometime.
He was born in Mississippi 1924.. He was born in Mississippi 1924.. Left his home with no money.. He had to pay his dues,. but he knew the time was comin'.
I'm leaning on the lamp. Maybe you think I look a tramp. Or maybe you think I'm round to steal a car. But no, I'm not a crook. And if you think that's what I look.
(Peter Cowap). . You've walked out on the in crowd. with a girl that you've just met. for a little late night livin' on your own. and you want to dance till morning with.
I think you got a low self opinion man. I see you standing all by yourself. Unable to express the pain of your distress. You withdraw deeper inside. You alienate yourself.
I see you from across the room. Is there something on your mind?. I'm thinking about taking the round about route. I'm thinking about the straightest line.
I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you.
I hate the world that I think hates me. Punch holes in the wall you know that hurts me. Feel dark and cold alone it burns me. Wish someone would come and touch me.
You think you're gonna to live your life alone. In darkness. And seclusion. Yeah I know. You've been out there. Tried to mix with those animals. And it just left you full of humiliated confusion.
man, we got to get this together. we got to take control or we're never gonna get out of control. all that proper conduct is a con too heavy to bear. I've heard tale the truth will set you free.
So!. Being a fan of the use of language. Being a fan of English, um. I got this amazing letter from a fella named Boris.. And I wanted to read this to you..