Thursday, 23 July 2009
Y cada tanto te recuerdo en mis pesares, en mis discordias, en mis desamores, y en todo lo demás.
Y para que ser como soy, si siendo lo que soy no consigo ser lo que en verdad quiero llegar a ser?
Y una vez mas me siento y medito, me tranquilizo y analizo, me dispongo a disponer de tu tiempo, el cual no esta en mis manos.
Y es una lastima la que lastima esta lastimera espera.
Y siempre son las viejas canciones en un nuevo estéreo.
Y no quiero ni pensar que nunca volveremos a ser lo mismo.
Y digo, y espero que tomes de ellos lo que ellos tomaron de ti que yo nunca jamas tendré.
Y este corazón delator, se va a otra parte porque nos sobran los motivos...
Y para que ser como soy, si siendo lo que soy no consigo ser lo que en verdad quiero llegar a ser?
Y una vez mas me siento y medito, me tranquilizo y analizo, me dispongo a disponer de tu tiempo, el cual no esta en mis manos.
Y es una lastima la que lastima esta lastimera espera.
Y siempre son las viejas canciones en un nuevo estéreo.
Y no quiero ni pensar que nunca volveremos a ser lo mismo.
Y digo, y espero que tomes de ellos lo que ellos tomaron de ti que yo nunca jamas tendré.
Y este corazón delator, se va a otra parte porque nos sobran los motivos...
S.M.
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Dear friends of this academy
Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death..
To see a friend bleed to death
What for, some kind of metaphor
That I can't see..
So I'll drink until I see it.
This sky will make me sick, So I'll give up on you, I'll give up on this.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on this,
I'll give up on you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
So you want to hold me up and bring me down?
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
It's all mine.. it's all mine.. it's all mine...
Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death..
To see a friend bleed to death
What for, some kind of metaphor
That I can't see..
So I'll drink until I see it.
This sky will make me sick, So I'll give up on you, I'll give up on this.
This sky will make me sick,
So I'll give up on this,
I'll give up on you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
So you want to hold me up and bring me down?
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
It's all mine.. it's all mine.. it's all mine...
You're all mine.
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