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jueves, 14 de febrero de 2013

Labios de whisky con sabor a cigarrillos.

Aunque tú no lo sepas, yo te he visto
cruzar la puerta sin decir que no,
pedirme un cenicero, curiosear los libros,
responder al deseo de mis labios
con tus labios de whisky,
seguir mis pasos hasta el dormitorio [...]

Aunque tú no lo sepas te inventaba conmigo, 
hicimos mil proyectos, paseamos
por todas las ciudades que te gustan,
recordamos canciones, elegimos renuncias,
aprendiendo los dos a convivir
entre la realidad y el pensamiento [...]

L. García Montero,  Aunque tú no lo sepas.

Es un poema que me ha tocado analizar esta mañana en un examen que, por cierto, está suspendido, y que me ha recordado a un tiempo no muy lejano... Sip, soy más estúpida y romanticona de lo que parezco a veces. Además viene bien para un día como hoy, aunque sea uno de los días más consumistas del maldito año, San Valentín. (Puagg...)


miércoles, 6 de febrero de 2013

Wounded.



Lost and broken.
Hopeless and lonely.
Smiling on the outside
and hurt beneath my skin.
My eyes are fading,
my soul is bleeding.
I'll try to make it seem okay,
but my faith is wearing thin.
So help me heal these wounds
they've been open for way to long.
Help me fill this hole,
even though this is not your fault
that I'm open and I'm bleeding
all over your brand new rug.
And I need someone 
to help me sew them up.
I only wanted a magazine,
I only wanted a movie screen,
I only wanted the life
I'd read about and dreamed.
And now my mind is an open book,
and now my heart is an open wound,
and now my life is an open sould for all to see.
But help me heal these wounds,
they've been open for way too long.
Help me fill this hole,
even though this is not your fault
that I'm open and I'm bleeding
all over your brand new rug.
And I need someone
to help me...
So you come along,
I push you away
then kick and scream for you to stay,
'cuz I need someone to help me.
Oh! I need someone to help me...
To help me heal these wounds,
they've been open for way too long.
Help me fill this hole,
even though this is not your fault
that I'm open and I'm bleeding
all over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me sew them,
I need someone to help me fill them,
I need someone to help me close them up.