Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta levantados por la noche. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta levantados por la noche. Mostrar todas las entradas
jueves, 1 de octubre de 2009
"Me Gustas Cuando Callas..."
Cállate.
Sufla suavemente.
Caricias dulces,
protectivas.
Alas de mariposa.
Me despido de ti,
como una madre de su niño
por la noche.
Te dejo a tus sueños,
cariño mio.
Te quiero.
Soundtrack: Talk - Coldplay
Oh brother I can't, I can't get through
I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do
Oh brother I can't believe it's true
I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you
Oh I wanna talk to you
You can take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done
Are you lost or incomplete?
Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?
Tell me how do you feel?
Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak
And they're talking it to me
So you take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or a write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done
Do something that's never been done
So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk
And you feel like you're going where you've been before
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored
Nothing's really making any sense at all
Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk
Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk
Etiquetas:
levantados por la noche,
silencio,
sueños,
ternura
sábado, 12 de septiembre de 2009
Inolvidable
Ilusionarse.
Ponerse en el medio de las cosas.
Recorrer.
Temblar.
Morirse poquito a poco.
Desesperadamente desear algo imposible.
Quedarse levantados por la noche,
no tener un coche.
Caerse de los pies,
excambiarse la piel.
Emociones a compartir
bajo un respiro mortal
que ole a vida animal.
Almas incontentables,
pasiones desconocidas.
Inolvidables,
como algunas vidas!
Soundtrack: Insomnia - Faithless
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle, fight dark forces
In the clear moon light
Without fear... insomnia
I can't get no sleep
I used to worry, thought I was goin' mad in a hurry
Gettin' stress, makin' excess mess in darkness
No electricity, something's all over me, greasy
Insomnia please release me and let me dream of
Makin' mad love to my girl on the heath
Tearin' off tights with my teeth
But there's no release, no peace
I toss and turn without cease
Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast
At least a couple of weeks
Since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers
But now I keep myself pepped
Deeper still, that night I write by candle light
I find insight, fundamental movement, uh
So when it's back this insomniac take an original tack
Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack
I gets no sleep
I can't get no sleep
I can't get no sleep
I can't get no sleep
I need to sleep, although I get no sleep
I need to sleep, although I get no sleep
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