Esa mentira ya no importaba, una más entre tantos besos ajenos, tantos silencios donde todo era ella, donde no había nada en él o en ella que no fuera ella.
Otra comedia estúpida, otra siesta perdida por culpa de su imaginación enferma.
And one kiss I had of his mouth, as I took the apple from his hand. But while I bit it, my brain whirled and my foot stumbled; and I felt my crashing fall through the tangled boughs beneath his feet and he saw the dead white faces that welcomed me in the pit.
jueves, 17 de diciembre de 2009
Y desperté, la claridad pasaba.
Mucho humo,
mucha nube,
poco nuevo amor...
hoyempiezo denuevo.
¿Hasta cuándo vamos a seguir creyendo que la felicidad no es más que uno de los juegos de la ilusión?
Talking to the songbird yesterday flew me to a past not far away she's a little pirate in my mind singing songs of love to pass the time
Gonna write a song so she can see give her all the love she gives to me talk of better days that have yet to come never felt this love from anyone
She's not anyone she's not anyone she's not anyone
A man can never dream these kind of things especially when she came and spread her wings whispered in my ear the things i'd like then she flewawayinto the night
Gonna write a song so she can see give her all the love she gives to me talk of better days that have yet to come never felt this love from anyone
She's not anyone she's not anyone she's not anyone
Can't change the world over night but we can start by saving a life. One at a time, One at a time. So lets make history and help out those in need One at a time, One at a time We can change a life.