Thursday, July 26, 2007

Happy and sad and back again
I'm not crying now too much.
I think about you all the time,
It's strange and hard to deal
I think about you lying there,
and those blanket's lie so still.
Nothing breathes here in the cold,
Nothing moves or even smiles,
I've been thinking some of suicide,
but there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss;
Every kiss you wasted bad.
I think the thing you said was true
I'm gonna die alone and sad.


/Ryan Adams. Dear Chicago/
Más raro fue aquel verano que no paró de nevar.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Ni con cola

Anochece, deliro, me arrepiento
desentono, respiro, te apuñalo,
compro tabaco, afirmo, dudo, miento,
exagero, te invento, me acicalo.

Acelero, derrapo, me equivoco,
nado al crowl, hago planes con tu ombligo,
me canso de crecer, m e c o m o e l c o c o,
cara o cruz, siete y media, sumo y sigo.

Juego huija, me aprieto las clavijas,
me enfado con el padre de mis hijas,
abuso del derecho al pataleo.

Resbalo, viceverso, carambola,
este verso no pega ni con cola,
me disperso, te olvido, te deseo.


Maestro Joaquín