"Escriuré fins que comenci a escriure sobre el meu jo veritable" Sylvia Plath
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GOOD BY MY LOVER...Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. So I took what's mine by eternal right. Took your soul out into the night. It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, My heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you.Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me.I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used to be I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping for a while. I'd be the father of your child. I'd spend a lifetime with you. I know your fears and you know mine. We've had our doubts but now we're fine, And I love you, I swear that's true. I cannot live without you.Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me.And I still hold your hand in mine. In mine when I'm asleep. And I will bare my soul in time, When I'm kneeling at your feet. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow. I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.Good bye my friend, you have been the one for me. Bye. Unresolve the mistery. Thanks for make me sad all these years. It was not a joke. My mystery... for all these years. The one who makes them thinking bad about me. You were my friend. Bye.Un somriure que trenca l´ánima.P.D. "Escriuré fins que comenci a escriure sobre el meu jo veritable" Sylvia Plath.
Com fulles de tardó, ja no hi ets per donar calor.Les teves paraules, que donaven vida a més paraules, mudes s'han quedat en l'oblit d'un temps que ara no recordo si va ser.Un somriure anònim.03-01-19
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