martes, 1 de marzo de 2011

Jirafas apostando estrellas
contra cebras y elefantes,
brincando en silencio
en un oditrevni mundo olvidado.
There's a gold frame
That sits by the window
And my heart breaks
A little more each time I try
To picture the memory inside
There's an notebook
That's too hard to read it
But if you look
You'll see how you look through my eyes

There's an old dance
That we've done forever
You give me your hand
But let me decide when to reach
You always let me be me


It's time to move on
Even though I'm not ready
I've got to be strong
And trust where you're heading
And even though it's not easy
I know the right kind of love
Doesn't wanna miss the future
By staying in the past
It will always hold on
But never hold you back
And even though it's not easy
Right now the right kind of love
Is the love that lets go

It's time that I love you
With the love that let's go

domingo, 13 de febrero de 2011

"Tú me recuerdas a un poema que no recuerdo, a una canción que nunca existió y a un lugar al que probablemente nunca he ido."

Abraham Simpson
Y cuando te abrazo, escucho relámpagos explotar sobre mi cabeza.

lunes, 7 de febrero de 2011

Tonight the sky above
Reminds me of you, love
Walking through wintertime
Where the stars all shine
The angel on the stairs
Will tell you I was there
Under the front porch light
On a mystery night

The neon lights in bars
And headlights from the cars
Have started a symphony
Inside of me
The things I left behind
Have melted in my mind
And now there's a purity
Inside of me

I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines
Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds
I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind
Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind
This time
(quétantoteofendesitedigoquetepiensoatimirandoportuventana?)

domingo, 6 de febrero de 2011

Oh, Life, is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

Every whisper
Of every waking hour, I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, Oh
Oh, no, I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why, try
But that was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream... dream

What the hell was I supposed to think?

How'd we end up like that?
Another train off the tracks
It always hurts looking back now
(sólomelopreguntoaveces,estábien)