Me desato de lo que me arrasó antes, de todo lo que me hizo tropezar en la vida. Me desato de mi inseguridad y de los complejos adquiridos por falta de amor propio. Me desato de la media sonrisa y de las caras fingidas. Me desato de historias truncadas y finales sin correspondencia. Me desato de las tragedias vividas y las inventadas. Me desato de las heridas que me hice por desobediente o necio. Me desato de las deudas emocionales y de los colores de antaño. Me desato de cada una de las palabras que el viento llevó sin rumbo. Me desato de cada texto y cada verso tergiversado por terceros. Me desato de melodías desencadenadas. Me desato de las calles recorridas. Me desato de todo lo vivido. Me desato de mí mismo.
Porque quiero regalarme a ti completo, lleno, orgulloso, feliz, sincero, transparente, profundo, capaz, coherente, alegre y lleno de amor. ME DOY A TI SANO Y COMPLETO.
Y contigo pavimentar el camino que aquel que viene recorrerá cada día. Para que nazca y crezca sin ataduras. Para que sea libre de decidir y defender su pensamiento sin ataduras...
viernes, 29 de octubre de 2010
martes, 26 de octubre de 2010
DEATHBED ATHEIST by Norma Jean
Watch it all change and watch it go away.
Watch it all never be the same again.
Watch it all all be nothing like we thought before.
Watch it all. Watch it.
Watch it all be lies, damned lies, statistics.
Lie to me. Lie to me. Lie to me.
Take it all in and take it all from me.
Take it all and bury it deep inside of you.
Take it all and run away.
Take it all forever.
Take it all.
Take it all.
Take it all.
Take it all.
Take it all.
Bury your hands in the sand.
You'll never use them on me again.
Bury your hands in the sand.
You'll never use them on me again.
Lie, take it all.
Take it. Take it all. Take it.
Lie, take it all.
Take it. Take it all. Take it.
Bury your hands in the sand.
You'll never use them on me again.
Bury your hands in the sand.
You'll never use them on me again.
I'm exhausted from shaking hands with your meat hook fingers.
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
This is my nightmare
Lie to me, this is my nightmare.
Lie, this is my nightmare, to me.
This is my nightmare.
This is my nightmare.
Bury your hands in the sand.
You'll never use them on me again.
Bury your hands in the sand.
You'll never use them on me again.
And I'm exhausted from shaking hands with your meat hook fingers.
Lies, damned lies, statistics.
Lie to me. Lie to me. Lie to me.
Lie, bury your hands in the sand.
Lie, you'll never use them on me again.
Lie.
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