Monday, April 20, 2009

Nobody move and nobody gets hurt...

So, It is true, I start crying with out hope to stop everytime anyone ask me about you... My friends have tried to cheer me up without any easy outcome, even SP has tried, I cried for an hour on his shoulder, he had to come and get me because I could not keep driving and he was at the phone, responsible for making me cry and closest... But as you clearly said, I cried the whole weekend and since Monday morning hopefuly crying stops... I will still miss you, but I have to go back to my rutine (which one?) So, since there is no sense in keeping this space because you are the only follower, this will be my last post, unless you change your mind, decide to deal with this not going away through the false door, and comming back to the goodness of this life... The rest of my feelings, are for me because as Thumper's father said "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all"...So I leave with this song from Counting Crows, my all-time favorite...




Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I dont know
Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying
Why? I dont know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says shes close to understanding jesus
She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous

Round here were carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here shes slipping through my hands

Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mamas little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says its only in my head
She says shhh I know its only in my head
But the girl on car in the parking lot says
man you should try to take a shot
Cant you see my walls are crumbling?
Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping
She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something

Round here shes always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here were never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I cant see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if Im falling...


XXX XXL

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Definitivamente no quería que las cosas fueran así. Es una lástima que la gente llore por la gente que quiere, no lo crees?
Seguro no soy la única persona que te lee, independientemente escribir un blog a veces sirve a manera de catarsis, sería bueno que siguieras escribiendo. Me gustaría leerte y saber como va tu vida, aunque fuera por este medio.
Te extraño mucho, y seguiré extrañándote. No me gusta pensar en esto como algo definitivo. Espero que en algún momento todo vuelva a su curso.

XXX XL

Anoniminsky