November 14, 2006

A eMe O eRe Ce I Te O

Nunca creí en toda mi vida que podría llegar a querer tanto a una persona como para no sentir miedo de decir realmente las cosas que me pasan.

También pase mucho tiempo pensando que nadie me iba a querer tanto como quizás intuía que podía yo llegar a querer.

Ya no me complico la existencia con leseras existencialistas (valga la redundancia) o con búsquedas frenéticas por llenar un vacío desconocido.

"He’s an architect and such a lovely guy, and he’ll stay with you until the day you die, and he’ll give you everything you could desire..."

Ahora me quedo en casa y despierto los domingos tempranos por que se que veré a soros a mi lado mirándome desde su sol.

Se que toda mi vida la quiero pasar a su lado, se que toda su vida la va a pasar a mi lado.

El amor inunda y ahoga.

1 comment:

Niña del Jardin said...

59 Lyndhurst Grove
Cocker / Senior / Mackey / Doyle / Banks

There’s a picture by his first wife on the wall
Stripped floorboards in the kitchen and the hall
A stain from last week’s party on the stairs
But no one knows who made it, or how it ever got there.
They were dancing with children ‘round their necks,
Talking business, books and records, art and sex,
All things being considered, you’d call it a success.
You wore your black dress.

Oh...

He’s an architect and such a lovely guy
And he’ll stay with you until the day you die
And he’ll give you everything you could desire
Oh well, almost everything, everything that he can buy.
So you sometimes go out in the afternoon,
Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom
Hearing old women rolling trolleys down the road,
Back to Lyndhurst Grove, Lyndhurst Grove.

Ooooh...