How good it feels when my city rains, but mostly when I'm part of those sharp drops that are stuck without intention on the ghosts of people who dress up, some noble, others bitter, but after all ... ghosts.
I feel a little tired and those little beads of sweat that look in a slow and gentle on my face, trying to trace every inch of the factions, the twists and turns, sensations, perceptions, breathing resigned and my constant desire to want to be contrary.
Vices start to like lonely, longing move among them more consistent, but I find that the more times you want to be among them, the more I move away, the appliance, thus removing the subtle surprise when unexpectedly invade me, I can enjoy.
I wish I could take from the moment the time that belongs to enjoy like any of the details that I like, those people will live without charge, such we look and smile at them without the deepest sense of belonging and affection.
I like to get carried away by the movement of my pencil trying to slip into the rhythm of the melody now dream my ears, of such material is made available to the empty eternities of existence.
There is no lack of affection or away, there is a lack of loneliness, of motivating services within routines of the kind we believe we belong , or we belong to them. The same occurs when the feeling of wanting to belong but is not done this, who cares when the anguish of tick marks his pace without pause, giving me to understand that today was good it's time connect to business as usual, while I melt inside to create new strategies to free myself from there.
That makes me happy, it feels good, I hope you remember soon and do not forget me as soon as you close your eyes on tonight ...
Today the bath water is very peaceful, God, as I always liked to dip his head under water and hear the sounds distorted, so far, like Mars. Today the bath water is especially warm. God, as I always liked this word for "warm." Today the water is calm, warm bath and immerse myself in it I feel that I am.
Yes, my conscience, two steps back. Why are you late? Puta tardy conscience! write songs and not being one of them, other silly on the dial, one of the festival.
orchestra and I'm all in me something out of me. do I sell a tuning pa 'me! sun My arms, my legs per se.
drama If it rains, it feels like I mourn, fish sunken eyes, I decided not to open them.
orchestra and I'm all in me something out of me, my arms sun, my legs per se. to sell me a tuner pa 'me!
orchestra and I'm all in me something out of me. do I sell a tuning pa 'me! sun My arms, my legs per se.
Each flower bud kidding no cries to heaven for you to return
why do not you go back? I can go on living without you, that's the truth, but sometimes the truth afraid we do not like or hopeless.
still remember you, that's precisely what binds me to you, remember. Although now that I think with a cool head, the flowers were not born will never cry to heaven
Today I did something that relaxes me a lot, walks around the city. I always liked to go for a walk somewhere I do not know if it's cold or and so much the better, that your feet feel hot and cold nose always relaxed me a lot. Walking without looking at anything specific, no direction, almost without thinking snuff pack that I carry in my pocket, even music (rare for me). When I walk it seems that thoughts are serene, as if each step is polishing the mirror in front of me and give me back a picture of me much more calm. Ever walk for hours (when I say times are pm) and miles (when I say miles are miles) as if fatigue also appease my body. Once the body and mind are relaxed it is time to go home. I always wondered why I liked to walk both unknown sites and today I think I found the answer. Why walk down the street is one of the few things that human beings can do without missing anyone to their side.
Here in my room talking to himself like a madman, pass the time without control. Imagining what might have been but was not, remembering what was and should not have been. I get under the duvet thinking I am an ostrich and under nothing bad can happen, since the bed is blue sky, the sun shine. I have nothing to do, just think, hope it goes one more day and from my window, not the more light. At the end comes a new day and everything goes, I have something to do and little to think, I leave the sun to heat the remains of frost on the previous day.
For many years I tried to follow the yellow brick road all this time just wanted to get to the end of this, there were people who walked by me and others were left behind came before me and it makes far exceed that, other than without happen or to have passed I still see in the distance in both directions but much to tighten or loosen the road will never get it. For a long time I thought that what was important was the arrival until finally I realized that how important the road is just that "the way." Now I stop to admire the scenery, smell the flower that is born on the very edge of the road and although the court to show those people who are ahead or behind too far away to see it. Now count the lines that separate the tiles that do not want to reach my destination.
This is what happens when music brings an implicit name and everything collapses in a state of great pain, remembering that he is alive ...
SONIC YOUTH
SUPERSTAR
long ago and oh so far away I fell in love with you before the second show your guitar it sounds so sweet and clear but you're not really there it's just the radio
don't you remember you told me you love me baby you said you'd be coming back this way again baby baby baby baby baby oh baby I love you, I really do
loneliness, is such a sad affair and I can hardly wait to be with you again what to say to make you come again come back to me again and play your sad guitar
don't you remember you told me you love me baby you said you'd be coming back this way again baby baby baby baby baby oh baby I love you, I really do
don't you remember you told me you love me baby you said you'd be coming back this way again baby baby baby baby baby oh baby I love you, I really do
