Mirarse

Encontrarse con los ojos desnudos y escarbar en ellos las flaquezas y las ridiculeces.
Rasguñarse el alma hasta mancharse las manos de silencios ensangrentados, hartos de dudas.
Saberse errado y convencido, inmerso y tranquilo.
Reirse de lo que se escupe en desgracia.
Desconocerse.

Primera Vez

Primera entrada, primer intento... todavía mediando con el temor, por eso expongo tan solo la primera fase de mis divagaciones: el sonido. He aquí el trasfondo sonoro de mis últimas visitas a mi refugio.

The Last Song I'm Wasting On You

Sparkling grey

Through my own veins

Any more than a whisper

Any sudden movement of my heart

And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away

Just get through this day

Give up your way, you could be anything,

Give up my way, and lose myself,

not today

That's too much guilt to pay

Sickened in the sun

You dare tell me you love me

But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die

Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way

You're just so pretty in your pain

Give up my way, and I could be anything

I'll make my own way

Without your senseless hate....hate...hate.....hate

So run, run, run

And hate me, if it feels good

I can't hear your screams anymore

You lied to me

But I'm older now

And I'm not buying baby

Demanding my response

Don't bother breaking the door down

I found my way out

And you'll never hurt me again

Evanescence