O "el nido del cuco", si te gusta más.

No son las 1000 mejores canciones de la historia, ni los 500 mejores poemas, ni los 100 mejores libros, ni tan siquiera las 10 mejores películas, ni los mejores sabores, olores o sensaciones. Son lo que se me ha pegado y sigue pegándose en la piel a lo largo de las décadas que he tenido la suerte de presenciar. Algo que a modo de Jukebox virtual, en el que pueda tener a mano la música, pinturas, fotográfias, etc. que se encuentran desparramadas a lo largo del camino.
Lo que silbo al caminar.
No es nostalgia y por supuesto que, cualquier tiempo pasado tan solo fue, anterior.
Escríbeme un comentario si en algo coincidimos.

sábado, 9 de mayo de 2009

Photographs And Memories

"Extiendo tus fotos en mi cama cuando me siento triste..."





I keep your picture by my bed for when im feeling sad
And i dont know why i would be.
The way your smile looks so real
I feel like i could start to understand your grace.
And i dont understand why you're
Not here with me.
And i dont even wanna know where else
You'd be.

Cause i have photographs and memories of the times
When you weren't on my mind and i was alone.
And i have poetry and drawings of my life
When you weren't on my side and i didn't know
Just what is love...

Writing moments on the wall with different colors
Keeps my mind away from missing you.
And i can't wait to fall asleep to slip into my dreams
Where we can dance upon a star..
And i will be as patient as a boy in love could ever be.
Cause i don't feel like i was real until you were
A part of me.

I need you back, i need you back
I need you here.
I need your smile, i need your eyes
I need you dear.
Cause every line on your face makes a beautiful maze
For my eyes to trace...