Siento que no tengo fuerzas ya para saltar y agarrar el sol.
Te necesito.
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domingo, 3 de junio de 2012
No actúes tan extraño -duro como una roca, si te mostré pedazos de piel que la luz del sol aún no toca, y tantos lunares que ni yo misma conocía. Te mostré mi fuerza bruta, mi talón de aquiles, mi poesía.
¿Qué haré si no te vuelvo a ver?
No dejes el barco tanto antes de que zarpemos, hacia alguna isla desiera, y después... después veremos. Si me ves desarmada, ¿por qué lanzas tus misiles? Si ya conoces mis puntos cardinales, los más sensibles y sutiles.
sábado, 2 de junio de 2012
mis ganas de reír
Te regalo mi cintura, y mis labios para cuando quieras besar,
te regalo mi locura, y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya.
Mis zapatos desteñidos, el diario en el que escribo,
te doy hasta mis suspiros.
Te regalo mis silencios, te regalo mi nariz,
yo te doy hasta mis huesos
te regalo mi locura, y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya.
Mis zapatos desteñidos, el diario en el que escribo,
te doy hasta mis suspiros.
Te regalo mis silencios, te regalo mi nariz,
yo te doy hasta mis huesos
viernes, 11 de mayo de 2012
....i'd like to be the kind of dream you never share, to be your boss and to be your maid, your shaving cream, your razor blade, the buttons of your shirt, your favourite underwear.
i'd like to be the only thing on earth that makes you cry, the only thing that makes you happy, soon you will see that no one else but me can take you this high ! and soon you'll make your last name mine !
i'd like to be the first white hair upon your head, to be your cherry pie, your daily bread, i'll cook for free, i'll make your bed, if i can know the things you've thought and never said
i'd like to be the owner of the zipper on your jeans, and that thing that makes you happy
i'd like to be the beginning, the end and the in between, and be your slave, and be your queen.
i'd like to be the only thing on earth that makes you cry, the only thing that makes you happy, soon you will see that no one else but me can take you this high ! and soon you'll make your last name mine !
i'd like to be the first white hair upon your head, to be your cherry pie, your daily bread, i'll cook for free, i'll make your bed, if i can know the things you've thought and never said
i'd like to be the owner of the zipper on your jeans, and that thing that makes you happy
i'd like to be the beginning, the end and the in between, and be your slave, and be your queen.
martes, 28 de febrero de 2012
I don't wanna clear the cobwebs from my head - time will bring them back I bet, so if you hear me say that i believe in love: don't make me feel ashamed.
I used to sing the saddest songs (...) when my life where full of seven legged cats, but here i am with eight more lives !
I'm ready for the good times.
I don't wanna look at the fashion magazines while someone do my nails, sitting here watching other people live frozen by the fear to fail, 'cause everyday there's a war to fight and if i win or lose: never mind.
I'm ready for the good times.
I used to sing the saddest songs (...) when my life where full of seven legged cats, but here i am with eight more lives !
I'm ready for the good times.
I don't wanna look at the fashion magazines while someone do my nails, sitting here watching other people live frozen by the fear to fail, 'cause everyday there's a war to fight and if i win or lose: never mind.
I'm ready for the good times.
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