-M. It’s a number. It’s a song. It’s a boy. Smooth. Pearl joy packed. Gold falafel, as through ice. It’s four-thirty. Morning with phone calls. It’s deaf mute. It’s cheap. A foreign car. Maybe bingo. Lucky night? Something says it smells bad.
miércoles, 9 de diciembre de 2009
De esta manera me desengaño sola, al igual que, sola, me había engañado. Con un vaso vacío entre las manos y algo más difícil de rellenar dentro.
martes, 8 de diciembre de 2009
martes, 1 de diciembre de 2009
Start, Restart, Undo
I’ll never understand why
your voice is so related to my mind
“Wrong” it’s not in your noise
Hidden feelings on the top of the roof
And it’s unreachable, and illogical
Blocking my mind, blocking my mind, blocking my mind
Oh Oh, I’m driving on a motorway
Chaos is the name of the road
Hey, and I’m following the signs of the road
Because I can’t go on on my own, I can’t go on on my own
Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh
And I am working on building up a wall in my heart
So little soldiers of war don’t try to climb it up
And I am working on building up a railing in my mind
So before getting in
you must knock on me,
You must knock on me,
you must knock on me.