todo me dice que debo protegerme de ti...
huir, resguardarme en mis silencios prestados.
pero hoy tus lagrimas me fueron deshaciendo
poco a poco...poniendo mi armadura entre
la espada y la pared.
todo me dice que huya, que corra,
pero mis pies no se mueven.
y mi alma se quedo entre tu mano y la mia,
entre esa ultima lagrima que recogiste con los dedos,
y que al tomar mi mano, se fundio con mi sangre.
ya no se ni que es justo o que es injusto.
ya no se si merezco o no merezco.
solo se que prefiero que hayas abierto tu corazon,
en vez de abrir mi zipper.
y eso, me asusta.
mucho.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Y ENTONCES...
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
what i want
i want the six million dollar man to sing me a lullabye
( written by fangoria ), instead of just staring at me constantly
i want to lie awake, with my eyes closed, and feel the ever
invigorating energy fill my flesh, fill my lungs with
gasps of new life
i want to let go of the past, not forgetting that it is part
of my history
i want George Sands to walk me to the fire as we throw away
the book, and the flames dance to a Chopin concerto
i want Picasso to paint my portrait, i want Tamara to paint my story,
as i slowly drive off in her Bugatti
I want Oscar to write me a novel and read it to Poiret, while he
sews me a coat
I want Joseph to caress me into oblivion with his eyelashes,
while that guy from TRICK offers me his chest as a pillow,
while Auntie Mame redecorates the room with huge gold Budhas.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
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