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Un sueño…

Hoy soñé contigo dormido, aún más de lo que lo hago cuando estoy despierto. Cuando estoy despierto ya no sueño, pienso. Los sueños se me acabaron al momento que desapareciste.

He intentado, he luchado por demostrar que la razón de seguir respirando se encuentra en otras cosas, esas cosas que por el momento y por la misma razón, no tengo ganas de hacer, de ver o de volver a soñar.

Intento seguir viviendo con algunas de  las herramientas que pude rescatar del ciclón en el que ahora vivo, pero cada una de ellas se ha desgastado a modo que no puedo llegar al fin que quiero.

Olvidarte…

Por momentos peleo conmigo mismo acerca del valor de tu recuerdo, si vale la pena mantenerte en mi memoria o simplemente me sigo aferrando a algo que ya no tengo y mucho menos puedo controlar.

Ha pasado ya tanto tiempo y aún persistes en mi, te agarras de todo lo que puedes para aparecer en mi cabeza. Me mueves, me intranquilizas, me tensas, me enojas, me entristeces y de cualquier manera sigues aquí, perturbando mi presente y yo añorando mi pasado, deseándote aquí.

Te he extrañado tanto.

Se asemeja ha algo que he soñado.

Mystery Jets - Behind The Bunhouse
Did I strangle you with my love, think I saw it wrapped around your throat
The last time I saw you, you looked so pale, and white just like a ghost
It was fun for about five little minutes and then you cleared your throat
My eyes swelled up, I curled my toes and you said I almost choked
And you said I almost choked.

But honey, why did you go behind the bunhouse?
Didn’t you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head with a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

The penny dropped even before I clocked just where your hands had been
It was like you’d done your hair for somebody else, scared that you might have been seen
I slipped down a flight of stairs and my face must have looked so long
Cos even the tosser with the saxophone was asking me what’s wrong
He said “Buddy, what is wrong?”

But honey, why did you go behind the bunhouse?
Didn’t you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head with a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

Please won’t you spare me the details before I get up and I go
Who was it that stabbed me in the back or do you think I ought not to know?
You see the way I was before we met, I was curled up in a shell
And if I’m not counting planes up in the sky
Then I’m falling down a well
I’m at the bottom of a well

Honey, why did you go behind the bunhouse?
Didn’t you know how much I had to give?
You knocked me over the head with a rolling pin
And then you got down and you kicked me in the ribs

Posted in: Música, Verborrea

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