I Want To Play Through You

Maybe I left myself in Boston

I'm walking home tonight.

Maybe I left myself in the station

my pieces, stayed the while.

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I'm calling

You're sleeping

I'm buying myself a couple of packs.

And

you're phasing

I'm fading out

I'm gazing myself a couple stars

You've brought back the fire.

Now all I wan't to do is burn.

Sólo el humo

Fuera de foco la proximidad de tu sangre y la mía

incompatible, inexorable, incompleta

¿mercurio sobre mercurio, acaso?

entre dormido y ahogado un recuerdo de ser silvestre

y cuidar alitas.  Una presencia de ser antiguo

y sobrevivir tormentas, temblores y sopas

en el piso; mezclado sombra con sombra

ruido con ruido, punto por punto cosidos,

sin lograr verse claramente la vena

calada. ¿no calma sólo el humo este retrato desenfocado?

The Poet

Poet: Was this pasta boiled at all? It tastes like it came from the 3rd or 9th Circle of Hell!

Waiter: I'll admit it's a little Al Dante, sir, but...

Con mis amigos Walter Morciglio y Jose Jorge Medina en Music Dorks; grabando canción post-album ^__^

... Célula, Órgano, Organismo, Familia, Comunidad, Etnia, Planeta...

Listened to this song like 100 times today... Feeling alone right now; it's true. My songs will reach you someday - new ones about to come out too; it's true.

Azul Do (lyrics)

No con cualquier luz sale

la bestia azul

que vive en mi propia, sombra.

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No fue casualidad que

tu tinta azul

dibujara corcheas, corcheas secretas...

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No concibo

explicarte

todo el ron

que últimamente me seca, toda la sed...

-

-

Cumple años

hoy denuevo

nadie sabe

lo que quiero

Voy descalzo

voy entero

en los idiotas

voy primero

-

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Sin conquistar lunares

Sin, conquistas lunares

Sin tu tinta azul,

dond el hilo eleva,

  cometas

  cometas

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No por casualidades

No con cualquier luz sale

la bestia azul.

Even when you're sad, you're beautiful. Even when you're mad, you're beautiful. When you're impatient, fat, frustrated, unfunny, catty, grumpy, harsh; you're still beautiful, you're still beautiful, you're still beautiful you're still made of light slowed down and empty space sunlight stayed and silence made you are beautiful. Alive, you are beauty itself.

H.A.&A

Cat Mr.

Policeman: Do you know how fast you were going?

Heisenberg: No, but I can tell you where I am!

--tnx slashdot.