Mamá dice que soy más feliz cuando te veo.

La can ción máslinda

Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say
I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
ForgetAnd make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this
Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you doI know
I'll never really get inside of you
To make your eyes catch fire
The way they should
The way the blue could pull me in
If they only wouldIf they only would
At least I'd lose this sense of sensing something else
That hides away
From me and you
There're worlds to part
With aching looks and breaking hearts
And all the prayers your hands you make
Oh I just take as much as you can throw
And then throw it all away
Oh I throw it all away
Like throwing faces at the sky
Like throwing arms round
YesterdayI stood and stared
Wide-eyed in front of you
And the face I saw looked back
The way I wanted to
But I just can't hold my tears away
The way you do
Elise believe I never wanted this
I thought this time
I'd keep all of my promises
I thought you were the girl I always dreamed about
But I let the dream go
And the promises broke
And the make-believe ran out...
So EliseIt doesn't matter what you say
I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this
And every time I try to pick it up
Like falling sand
As fast as I pick it up
It runs away through my clutching hands
But there's nothing else I can really do
There's nothing else
I can really do
There's nothing else
I can really do
At all...

Las ideas vienen con los huracanes

Las palabras son las víboras que me aprietan la garganta hasta asfixiarme en mis pensamientos más profundos para que se me haga un nudo y no poder respirar. Nadando en un río salado salado siento que me deboran la conciencia y miles de signos aparecen frente a mi nadie sabe esas respuestas, nadie me las puede decir y la verdad es que yo tampoco. Tengo miedo de todo, no puedo ni sacar un pie del agua porque no confío en el diluvio que vendrá si me atrevo a tan solo nombrarlo. Que afilados son tus dientes hoy.

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Sólo tres. Porque todo lo demás no me importa, no son de los que te alcanzan el pañuelo ni levantan el tubo para ver como estás, te cuentan sus mil problemas pero oídos sordos siempre, tus mil problemas caen en mis hombros, esperando la cachetada siempre del primero que se atreva a darla y los finales te hacen comprender todo, para saber siempre la verdad entender todo y con una sonrisa fingida y los dedos cruzados te digo si somos todo eso que vos pensas pero en mi mente se que nuestro final es sólo tres. un dos tres, nada más.