miércoles, septiembre 05, 2007

El canto de las sirenas: "Seasons"

"Seasons" - CHRIS CORNELL



Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all
And Im lost, behind
The words Ill never find
And Im left behind
As seasons roll on by

Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed

And Im lost, behind
The words Ill never find
And Im left behind
As seasons roll on by

Now I wanna fly above the storm
But you cant grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
This naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me

And Im lost, behind
Words Ill never find
And Im left behind
As seasons roll on by

If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away
Should I be beside myself
And not even stay

And Im lost, behind
Words Ill never find
And Im left behind
As seasons roll on by


Para Bloodymara, otra náufraga en las mareas nocturnas. Para cuando te apetezca perderte (como a mí) detrás de las palabras que no consigues encontrar.

1 Comments:

At 11:01 p. m., Anonymous Bloodymara said...

Mmm, mil gracias... es preciosa.

"Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed", jejeje, pues sip, pues sip, mis sueños son mas bien los que deshacen la cama pero la rehago cada dia, me guste o no... y cuando se me olvida hacerla, como decia mi bisabuela "alma triste, entra por donde saliste" ;)

Me alegra verte tan productivo otra vez y poder esconderme un rato en las palabras que encuentras mientras las estaciones pasan :)

Un abrazo, naufrago, con mucho cariño, de los que aprietan las costillas y ahuecan las plumas de nuestra espalda ;)

 

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