miércoles, 7 de julio de 2010

Madrid-Washington D.C.


Las imágenes vuelven a mí.
Hablan por sí solas, sin el socorro de la metáfora ni el verbo en condicional.
Entre líneas y recuerdos.
Vencen mi timidez, penetrándome.
Desvelan mi secreto, buscándome.

P.D. Besos compañero.

2 comentarios:

  1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rSRLFw2RUc
    What used to be a house of cards
    Has turned into a reservoir
    Save the tears that were waterfalling
    Let's go swim tonight, darling

    And once outside the undertow
    Just you and me, and nothing more
    If not for love, I would be drowning
    I've seen it work both ways

    But I am up riding high amongst the waves

    Where I can feel like I
    Have a soul that has been saved
    Where I can feel like I've
    Put away my early grave

    I gotta say it now
    Better loud than too late

    Remember back, the early days
    When you were young, and less amazed
    Suddenly the channel changed
    The first time you saw blood

    Cut to later, now you're strong
    You've bled yourself, the wounds are gone
    It's rare when there is nothing wrong
    Survived and you're amongst the fittest

    Love ain't love until you feel it
    Up riding high amongst the waves

    I can feel like I
    Have a soul that has been saved
    I can see the light
    Coming through the clouds in rays

    I gotta say it now
    Better loud than too late
    I gotta say it now
    Better loud than too late

    Hey...yeah...

    Riding high amongst the waves
    I can feel like I
    Have a soul that has been saved
    I can see the light
    Coming through the clouds in rays

    I gotta say it now
    Better loud than too late

    I gotta say it now
    Better loud than too late

    Say it now
    Better loud than too late

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