...porque nunca te olvido.
Tu cuerpo fue la guarida
favorita de mi cuerpo.
lunes, abril 16, 2012
lunes, marzo 12, 2012
La memoria es mortal
La memoria es mortal.
Algunas tardes, Billie Holliday pone su rosa enferma en mis oídos.
Algunas tardes me sorprendo lejos de mí, llorando.
lunes, septiembre 05, 2011
Por mis sueños va......
....ligero de equipaje, sobre un cascarón de nuez, mi corazón de viaje, luciendo los tatuajes de un pasado bucanero, de un velero al abordaje, de un no te quiero querer.....
domingo, diciembre 12, 2010
¿Sueño o Realidad?
Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let's hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine
Who knows (who knows)
If it's real
Or just something we're both dreaming of
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
Loving you
Is a world that's strange
So much more than my heart can hold
Loving you
Makes the whole world change
Loving you, I could not grow old
No, nobody knows
When love will end
So till then, sweet friend ...
Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let's hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine
Who knows (who knows)
If it's real
Or just something we're both dreaming of ?
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
What seems like an interlude now
jueves, diciembre 09, 2010
Amelie
jueves, mayo 13, 2010
Feeling yourself disintegrate
Love in our life is just too valuable
Oh, to feel for even a second without it
But life without death is just impossible
Oh, to realize something is ending within us
Feeling yourself disintegrate
sábado, mayo 08, 2010
Meet me in Montauk
Clementine: Joely? What if you stay this time?
Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left.
Clementine: Come back and make up a goodbye at least, let's pretend we had one... Goodbye, Joel.
Joel: ...I love you...
Clementine: ...Meet me in Montauk...




