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29.8.07

Noche de miércoles

Hoy estuve escuchando esto.
Buena música para una noche triste.




Black (acústico) (PEARL JAM)

Hey... oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

Aah... uuh..

Too doo doo too, too doo doo

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26.8.07

Así es María

    El tipo llegó exaltado. Duro.
    Fracasó en su intento por pasar desapercibido.
    Con sus ojos bien negros miró a todos alrededor mientras se tocaba la nariz insistentemente.
    Recorrió uno a uno a sus interlocutores y cuando llegó a mi no pude sostenerle la mirada.
    Una situación de mucha violencia.
    No física. No verbal.
    Violencia emocional de lo más dura.
    Al menos para mi.
 
 
 
 
 
    Al menos para mi, que soy un perejil.