Please, listen my song.
This is what I feel.
I'm loving you
but you aren't loving me.
If you can understand
What am I feeling?
I want you, I want you.
And I need to stay away,
and I'm running scared.
And, now, i realize:
You only lie,
you only lie.


If I could read between lines
If I could leave you alone
If I could read your thinkings
I'm sure, I'm sure.
if I could follow you.
If I could know your feelings
If you love me like I love you.
I'm sure, I'm sure.
Would be so easy.


Remember What I'm saying
it's time to choose.
Don't run away
You make me feel confused.
Come back to the start
bring me to life
Answer all my questions
And love me everytime
But I need to stay away,
But I'm running scared.
And, now, i realize:
You only lie,
you only lie.


Say me the truth
You love someone else
saw me this words
Kill me, quietly
It's an order.
It's a pray.
Stay away from me!

Through the night

I follow your eyes through the night

They're looking at me, I can see them.

I feel your breathe so close to me.

I'm looking you, you're by my side.

You guide me across the darkness

I hear your heart, it's so close.

I take your hands, they're so cold.

I hear your steps, around me.

Your cheek reaches mine.

I breathe the aire, so cold.

I look at your eyes, they are shining.

I brathe your air, an elixir.

You whisper in my ear, a lullaby.

I feel the fire crossing my soul.

Our bodies fuse, they become one.

I feel our fire, we're catching fire.

I try to run away, but I don't achieve it

You continue in my mind, have me caught.

You promise me an eternity, I believe you.

I remain tied to you, I love you.

Esta soy YO.

Bienvenidos a mi BLOG :)

Bueh... Era hora de hacerme un blog. Una amiga me lo recomendó como el medio en el cual descargarme, publicar todo lo que escribo (mucho), lo que siento, lo que me pasa, lo que se me cante la gana... Y bueno, seguiré su ejemplo. 
Digamos que tengo muchísimas demasiadas cosas contenidas adentro... Y ya sea contándoles a mis amigos, con la almohada, o escribiendo poesías, intento descargarlas. No sé si esto del blog me va a ayudar más, será como mi diván, en el que me acueste a relatar mis problemas, quilombos, ocurrencias... Sí, qué sé yo.
Mientras no me absorba...

Preso en mi ciudad - 
Patricio Rey y sus Redonditos de Ricota

Una vez le hice el amor 

a un drácula con tacones;

era un pop violento que guió

el gran estilo siniestro.

Ahora ya no llora,

preso en mi ciudad.

Casi ya no llora,

atrapado en mi libertad.

Practicamos tiro al pichón,

y un test para ir al espacio

con mi delicioso campeón

y el rock como todo llanto

Ahora ya no llora,

preso en mi ciudad.

Casi ya no llora,

atrapado en mi libertad.

Fue un esclavo sensible y chillón,

y fácil para el gatillo.

Atrapó un beso bienhechor,

con ojos al rojo vivo.




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