Acaricio tu oscuridad como acaricio
tus falsos espejos entre una espiral de tiempo.
Te confundes buscando palabras entre los besos...
Te susurro el secreto de mi debilidad
mientras desdibujo la emoción contenida
que nos suspende suave y lentamente
sobre lo desconocido.
Hasta que sólo necesito un pequeño
fragmento de tu memoria,
para escuchar como tus silencios perdidos
me dictan la esencia de las sonrisas que guardas.
Acaricio tu oscuridad, me confundo
buscando palabras entre tus besos...
Por F. y A., 2 de octubre de 2011
The sun fills the kitchen in my house
it's warm and cosy and it helps me breathe
and I wonder if you're making people laugh
'cause you're funny, you're funny
The trees out of my window dance
oh they do, dance with the wind
and I wonder why, I wonder why,
I wonder why we are apart.
'Cause we're funny people, beautiful inside.
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
the clouds above hang over me
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
The sea goes quiet when the night is dark
with the lights reflected jump in from the sky
and I wonder if we'll see the moon walk by
'cause it's shinning, it's shinning
as it lights the sadows, see the moon walk by.
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
the clouds above hang over me
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
it's warm and cosy and it helps me breathe
and I wonder if you're making people laugh
'cause you're funny, you're funny
The trees out of my window dance
oh they do, dance with the wind
and I wonder why, I wonder why,
I wonder why we are apart.
'Cause we're funny people, beautiful inside.
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
the clouds above hang over me
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
The sea goes quiet when the night is dark
with the lights reflected jump in from the sky
and I wonder if we'll see the moon walk by
'cause it's shinning, it's shinning
as it lights the sadows, see the moon walk by.
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
the clouds above hang over me
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
The sun, the trees, the moon, the sea
Y... ¿cómo no? Mi mariposa sale en el vídeo...
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