martes, 22 de mayo de 2007

Me gustan tus soles...

Another red letter day,
So the pound has dropped and the children are creating,
The other half ran away,
Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber,
Got a pain in the chest,
Doctors on strike what you need is a rest

It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust,
Friends will be friends,
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention,
Friends will be friends,
When you're through with life and all hope is lost,
Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends right till the end

Now it's a beautiful day,
The postman delivered a letter from your lover,
Only a phone call away,
You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number,
As a matter of fact,
You're getting used to life without him in your way

It's so easy now, cos you got friends you can trust,
Friends will be friends,
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention,
Friends will be friends,
When you're through with life and all hope is lost,
Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends (right till the end)

domingo, 20 de mayo de 2007

No hago otra cosa más que verte

Me encierro en mí misma y no me encuentro.
No te encuentro.

Me siento aislada en mitad de esta sala que yo misma he construido, que tanto me gusta, y a la que tanto temo. Pero tú no te acercas a conocerla siquiera.
No la conoces, no me conoces.

Tú, que eres el único que tendría acceso ilimitado; tú, para el que llevo a papel cada letra de mis sueños; tú, mi más preciado tesoro, por quien renuncio cada día a mi inexpugnable libertad; tú, mi sangre ajena; tú, para quien soy invisible.

viernes, 18 de mayo de 2007

C'est la vie

Un grito en mitad del silencio.

GRITO.

Quizás ahora consiga centrarme.

Te quiero, como posesión y como sentimiento. Te añoro, especialmente cuando te tengo.