21.4.09

literarios

moleskine
- Cuánto tiempo sin verte. Oí que estuviste enfermo.
- Sí. Tuve un terremoto. ¿O fue un maremoto? No me acuerdo. El caso es que ya estoy bien. Listo para salir a las tormentas con un pararrayos.

3 comentarios:

zacharias dijo...

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills...
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust..
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.......

Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me......


Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........

Ornelia dijo...

nice song, poem or though...

there is beauty even in the dust

zacharias dijo...

lyrics here, music other side of the mirror.

by the way: beauty LIES in the dust
;-)

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