este definitivamente ha sido un año borroso -
aquí nos encuentra el 2008 ajustando relojes -
creo que no entendí el chiste, igual me rio -
dejemos acá, ya estoy cansada -

me quedan 61 días?

a question of lust

Depeche Mode

Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
Id never willingly
Do you harm

Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know

Its a question of lust
Its a question of trust
Its a question of not letting
What weve built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Independence
Is still important for us though (we realise)
Its easy to make
The stupid mistake
Of letting go (do you know what I mean)

My weaknesses
You know each and every one (it frightens me)
But I need to drink
More than you seem to think
Before Im anyones
And you know

Its a question of lust
Its a question of trust
Its a question of not letting
What weve built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Kiss me goodbye
When Im on my own
But you know that id
Rather be home

Its a question of lust

- ambicionaba el círculo perfecto - racional - calculadora - se escurren partículas de ideas por los poros de mi espejo permeable - los ojos abiertos - el sufrimiento - el peso de las palabras hundió tu salvavidas -

- desconectando escenas - barriendo las rispideces con escoba de alambre - les pongo nombre a mis inventos y despues no hay quien los calle -


- y de nuevo te invito a que no respiremos por un rato, por ahí nos acostumbramos -

y el sentido te lo debo...
días de nieblas - el viento borrando mis huellas -

las palabras me hacen ruido

all the madmen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pBTjxu3RSA

Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground

Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where its pointless to be high
cause its such a long way down

So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
Im not quite right at all...am i?

Dont set me free, Im as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my e.s.t. makes three

cause Id rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And Id rather play here
With all the madmen
For Im quite content theyre all as sane
As me

(where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds
In a cellar...dark and grim
They must be very dim)

Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that its real
Then ask me how I feel

Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
Im not quite right at all

Dont set me free, Im as helpless as can be
My libidos split on me
Gimme some good ole lobotomy

cause Id rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free
And Id rather play here
With all the madmen
For Im quite content
Theyre all as sane as me

Zane, zane, zane
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien.

- se abre la tierra el cielo está a mis pies -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNQ1kFdheEw

no sabía cuántas ganas de escuchar esta canción tenía!
la del cello es un animalito, pero vale la pena... (y no, no lo digo por mí)

San Miguel de Tucumán

tomaste ese avión y desapareciste -
generaste piel a base de moretones -
sos ojos y oídos para lo trivial -
amputaste la 3ra dimensión para ser igual a otra -

y los vacíos son para llenarse?

mirada aplastante -
nombrada como error - prometo simetrías y sentidos unívocos todas las noches antes de dormir -
muy grande - muy curva -
se dan de patadas Clara y clara -

- con este frío trío -

eskimo

Kosketa minua - Touch me
Älä käsilläsi - Not with your hands
Vaan niin että tunnen sinut - But so that I feel you

Halaa minua - Hug me
Älä käsilläsi - Not with your hands
Mutta sielussasi - But within your soul

Minä kaipaan eskimo-ystävääni - I miss my eskimo friend