Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

febrero 07, 2010

And there she goes

Is it a warning?
Is it an evil sign?
Is it people who have lost their mind?
Is it the darkness?
Is it a man resigned?
Is it a best friend leaving you behind?
Is it a bad day for human kind?
Is it a prophet with a one track mind?
Is it a finish?
Is it a fearful find?
Is it the center as your world unwinds?

And if I can’t hear the music and the audience is gone, I’ll dance here on my own. And I hope the lonely hearts club band, will play out one last song before the sun goes down.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.