Jo era un estel sense destí,
i un dimecres a les fosques
et vaig trobar.
La teva escalfor,
la teva dolça mirada,
els teus petons sincers,
em van tornar
aquella serenor perduda.
Però la llum arriva,
I marxes cada dia,
deixant la porta oberta.
No entens que
necessito respirar del teu alè
per sobreviure?
Per no ofegar-me
en aquest mon de merda.
10/06/2009
dimecres, 10 de juny del 2009
dimarts, 9 de juny del 2009
Confusion never stops
Dont’t play with me. You’ll burn your face, your fingers, your arms, your stomach, your heart.. I’ll corrupt you, I’ll corrupt myself triying not to lose you, trying to burn ourselves in a fictitious love. Coming closer to you, YOU, who I think I may love. LOVE. I hate being by your side and feel DEFENDLESS. Because then what comes is CONFUSION. Maybe confusion is the clue, maybe i should stop thinking, i should start feeling, i wanna lose CONTROL, i wanna FEEL your skin through my fingers, caress those soft tempting lips, hug your soul. I wanna look through your eyes and whisper how much i love you. I wanna feel secure by your side, i want you to hold me in this world. But WHO are you? Who i WANT you to be?
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