June 2011
18 posts
“Tonigtht the headphones will deliver you the words that I can’t say”
I remember the corner.
The corner of your colour, the corner of your smile. The corner where we kissed.
The street corners turning into the corners of the corridor.
Into the corners of the room where we lay.
The corners of your mouth, of your eyes.
The corners of words we didn’t finish.
The corner of your name.
On the corner where we parted.
I remember the corner.
Joey: Look, I kinda had a dream, but I don’t want to talk about it.
Chandler: Now what if Martin Luther King had said that? “Yeah I kinda had a dream. I-I don’t want to talk about it.”
Pasarán los años y seguiremos… mirándonos.
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Ya sé que soy un desastre y no tengo remedio,
que hago y digo las cosas que nunca debo.
Quiero que sepas muy bien,
que aún borracho otra vez,
hay un febril rincón de mi loco corazón
donde arde un sol por ti.
Los mejores años de nuestra vida, Loquillo
You know my name, not my story
