a un palmo del suelo

demasiado verano concentrado, otra vez...

Go Cain
Day after day
I know that you're the one who's gonna win
So go Cain

Ready for the fight
The time is not right
Ready after all this years
For the love you didn't get
So go cain

You take from all around the things you really want
With cruelty from enemies, never mind
Go cain

The fear was there always since you were a child
Go cain

This time without compassion
No one understands
So go ahead

This is enough to give
This is enough to kill
This is enough to keep on going
Enough to keep on going

Go cain
Hate is gonna make you stronger
But it could finish you
But go cain

Go cain
Enough to keep going
Enough to keep going
Going ahead

You know
Sometimes
You go ahead
You go ahead
With all this faith that is growing
All this faith is growing fast
All this faith, you had it before
Had it before, before

Cold, so much cold
So much i loved before
Not before
And love, so much i love
So much i love

Ready for the fight
The time is not right
Ready after all this years
For the love you didn't get
So go cain

This is enough to give
This is enough to kill
This is enough to keep going
Enough to keep going

You know
Sometimes
You go ahead
You go ahead
With all this faith that is growing
All this faith is growing fast
All this faith, you had it before
Had it before, before

Cold, so much cold
So much i loved before
Not before
And love, so much i love
So much i love

pronto me permitiré un rato de introspección al teclado, me da miedo ponerme transcendental estos días... a saber qué descubriría...


Hace falta que te diga
que me muero por tener algo contigo
Es que no te has dado cuenta
de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo
Ya no puedo continuar espiando
dia y noche tu llegada adivinando
Ya no se con qué inocente excusa
pasar por tu casa
Ya me quedan muy pocos caminos...

qué gracia me hago¬¬... a trivial comedy for serious people
 

últimamente me sorprenden de nuevo urgencias repentinas de escuchar golden slumbers... no sé si podría empezar a aislarlas como una especie de síntoma nervioso... creo que me funciona como una dosis de suuperternura y a la vez vacuna/advertencia contra la artificialidad de la misma (whatever). y así de la nada vuelvo a echar de menos exageradamente el sentirme segura y protegida (círculo semántico peligrosamente asociado a los anuncios de compresas,) hasta abrazada quizás... hasta despreocupada o inconsciente. no sé porqué siempre me parecen todas sensaciones lejanas y vagas, igual son casi adquiridas. igual a fin de cuentas todo es artificial pero esto ya es otro tema, y otra reflexión que acaba en ningún sitio... en cuanto al mundo material siguen los preparativos, pero en acelerados

(amo cuando paul pega el subidón ese casi carajillero)

once there was a way to get back homeward
once there was a way to get back home
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullabye

golden slumbers fill your eyes
smiles awake you when you rise
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and I will sing a lullabye

me acaba de venir a la cabeza linus van pelt en esa tira en la que come galletas de chocolate para no poder oír nada más que el crujido en su cabeza y le resulta muy terapéutico

...into the windows of my lovers
they never know unless I write
'this is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye'

said the hero in the story
'it is mightier than swords
I could kill you sure
but I could only make you cry with these words'

(belle&sebastian siempre sirven)