domingo, 17 de mayo de 2009
jueves, 7 de mayo de 2009
Arranca
Las manchas, las marcas en el cuerpo han quedado de alguna vez, sólo se las puede ver si se las escucha gritar. La piel se manifiesta al compás del sonido, mientras este tinte pasara a ser carne.
Y como en la pintura, uno puede convivir con las manchas o marcas ya que no siempre se trata de algo negativo, al adaptarlas a la conformación del ser, olvido el concepto de "marca-mancha" para poder ahora percibir el nuevo sentido... de ver como me han arrancando el alma.
domingo, 3 de mayo de 2009
Epica - Memory
Midnight,
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight,
The withered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind begins to moan.
Memory,All alone in the moonlight,
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time
I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning.
Daylight,
I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in.
When the dawn comes,
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin.
Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The stale cold smell of morning.
A street lamp dies,
Another night is over,
Another day is dawning.
Touch me,
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is.
Etiquetas:
Barbra Streisand,
color,
metalera,
ojote,
pintura08,
Simone Simons
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