jueves, 6 de septiembre de 2012

there is a light and it never goes out



Take me out tonight 
where there's music and there's people 
and they're young and alive 
driving in your car 
i never never want to go home 
because i haven't got one 
anymore 
Take me out tonight 
because i want to see people and i 
want to see life 
driving in your car 
oh, please don't drop me home 
because it's not my home, it's their
home, and i'm welcome no more 

and if a double-decker bus 
crashes into us 
to die by your side 
is such a heavenly way to die 
and if a ten-ton truck 
kills the both of us 
to die by your side 
well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine 

take me out tonight 
take me anywhere, i don't care 
i don't care, i don't care 
and in the darkened underpass 
i thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and i 
just couldn't ask) 

take me out tonight 
oh, take me anywhere, i don't care 
i don't care, i don't care 
driving in your car 
i never never want to go home 
because i haven't got one, da ... 
oh, i haven't got one 

and if a double-decker bus 
crashes into us 
to die by your side 
is such a heavenly way to die 
and if a ten-ton truck 
kills the both of us 
to die by your side 
well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine 

oh, there is a light and it never goes out 
there is a light and it never goes out 
there is a light and it never goes out 
there is a light and it never goes out 
there is a light and it never goes out 
there is a light and it never goes out 
there is a light and it never goes out 
there is a light and it never goes out 
there is a light and it never goes out

lunes, 2 de julio de 2012

Algo sobre mí

No sé escribir sobre mí o mi vida. Soy patética, lo sé. Sólo me gusta ser yo, pensar en alguien más, inventar y ya.

NP: Not in love - Crystal Castles

Un mundo de ideas: El cuadro en la pared

Pienso en el diario. Pienso en ella, en él. Pienso en el gato y en su padre. La vida se ha complicado, la niña está molesta. Sus sueños se marchitaron bloqueando cada aspecto de su vida. Está renuente.
Ha descubierto algo: jamas podrá vengarse. No podrá volver, está atrapada en su podrido corazón.

Los ojos de la niña sangran, manchando el lienzo donde pertenece.