Tan seguro como que respiro, te quiero"

"I can make a wound that won't heal"
eso es lo que todo el mundo dice, cuando los miras a los ojos por primera vez,
antes de, "Hola", "Permiso", "Me gusta tu remera".
Es la advertencia normal.
Pero como tontos que somos, decidimos ignorarla, así sentimos esa tibia "azulación" de la vida.
bueno, me callo. John empezó a tocar otra vez.

i'm going to montreal

did donovan throw the fucking glass in the street?
We don't feel real, you don't know how it feels.
Lies and rubbish, just lies and rubbish

He saw through me.
he stared deep into my eyes and said:
I've still got your soul
and i believed him.

I'm in love again
and when you ran to me your cheeks blushed with the night
i kissed your honey hair, with my grateful tears
sometimes, i look at him and say
i hate you

Rhythmic blogging?

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?

I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the smile on your face is sometimes out of place,
don't mind, no frowns, cheer down!
Self-drowning in water
But it’s air.. I’m breathing.
While my conscience explodes,
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song..
But these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
But you know I just couldn't care less
Cause I'm a poet, don't you know it?
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
Well I sing about dreams and I rhyme it with seems
Cause it seems that my dream always means
I am empty as a promise, no more
I am lonely as a memory
Despite the gathering round the fire
I think of you often
But for once, I meant what I said..