[Y a esta hora donde ya nadie escribe yo vuelvo a la máquina a ponerle fichitas a los papelitos...gracias al otro Santo que me fue dictando a pesar de las tucas...]
because they thought they would die
quite young…]
Wanna breathe beyond sensation,
frozen pearls melting aside those given paths.
Chemistry betraying our lungs,
where have all our heroes gone?
Copy-cat the girl,
consider things you think you can’t abide:
see through alibi,
the orchard walls will help us now,
just remember:
it’s time for a DJ to save our lives.
dancing beneath the sky
but where’s heaven?
why do constellations form?
The truths of our pasts and our
inadvertent todays don’t matter any longer:
let’s take a moonwalk tonight.
earth seems such a parental place,
deep inside a well-known embrace
half-way round our so-called friends:
flowers burn
and the air wants to be exhaled.
fro in your every step:
you walk –interesting-
you make me want to follow your steps – instinctively-
but we find demons idle, lazy, lovely
as they pray to each other
they create a brand new religion
they sing a plea,
they sing a song,
demons cannot be hurt: they are already hurt.
wanna believe in you,
wanna be here
exactly down here
laughing beside you
as pure as this landscape,
as delicious as cream,
as peaceful as a field,
as certain as our notions:
creamfields callin’ out our names
suspending echoes;
eternal echoes that only this alchemy can sustain
as summer dares to come…
We've just begun
having our fun, yeah.]
que cosas.. y yo soñe que podia sanar a alguien con un orgasmo.