in your room

pantalla completa y a todo volumen, por favor

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I’m hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I’m hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

es bonito

¿Como decírtelo?…. hablas demasiado aprisa, caminas demasiado rápido, eres demasiado joven, estás demasiado delgada y tu mundo emocional es demasiado caótico; más que el mío, lo cual ya es mucho decir. Has pasado como el vuelo rasante de un ángel despistado, dejando un eco de nostálgica dulzura. Ha sido precioso y queda algo. Mucho: lealtad, complicidad, comunicación… ojalá tengamos un epílogo duradero en forma de una sincera amistad. Me has hecho feliz por un día, o dos, o tres, y ambos sabíamos que «esto» se sostenía con alfileres y tenía fecha una caducidad inminente, así que no ha habido ni espectativas, ni decepción, ni engaño y en cambio si ha habido crecimiento personal y una vivencia íntima preciosa, con flashes para ser recordados eternamente.

[vía Tu piel es el último sueño]

blue

I didn’t want to know
I just didn’t want to know
Best to keep things in the shallow end
Cause I never quite learned how to swim

I just didn’t want to know
Didn’t want, didn’t want,
Didn’t want, didn’t want

Close my eyes just to look at you
Taken by the seamless vision
I close my eyes,
Ignore the smoke,
Ignore the smoke

Call it aftermath, she’s turning blue
Such a lovely color for you
Call it aftermath, she’s turning blue
I might just sit and stare at you

Because I don’t want to know
I didn’t want to know
I just didn’t want to know
I just didn’t want

Mistook the «nods» for an approval
Just ignore the smoke and smile

Call it aftermath, she’s turning blue
Such a lovely color for you
Call it aftermath, she’s turning blue
Such a perfect color for your eyes
Call it aftermath, she’s turning blue
Such a lovely color for you,
Call it aftermath, she’s turning blue
I might just sit and stare at you

I don’t want to know