Dominique.

whithout words...

waiting for the moon to rise

All the way back home
I'm telling you I caught the sun
Creeping up behind my shoulder
And another day's begun
I was following a trailI'd never been along before
Chasing darkened skies above me
Looking like the spring
Like the winter
And the morning
If there's a place I want to go
Then I'll be there with you
'Cos in my dreams the things
I'm wishing for
Keep coming true
Now a new day comes
Clears the darkness out of sight
And the shadows that were sleeping
Come and dance beneath the light
And I'm trying hard to hide
Keeping the sun out of my eyes
Close them tight
And now I'm waiting for the moon to rise
Don't try to say to me
That this was never meant to be
'Cos the days are long where
I come fromThe next few days I'm free
There's a train I want to catch
But it won't leave here for a while
Till darkness fills the eastern sky
And streetlights stretch for miles
Through the spring
And the winter and the morning

refugio

Y ahora es distinto.
Todo es nuevo y venidero, se que podré con esas cosas, no tan segura con éstas. Pero:¿ no es que funciona así?.
Uno piensa y luego se olvida, como ponerse la corbata y olvidar de sacarla cada noche pespir. Qué incómodo!
Uno aprende y luego también olvida. Qué desgracia!
Y la culpa, que no es culpa, no es el tiempo.
Porque asi uno es como recuerda y aprende de nuevo.
yeah yeah yeah, mersa a morir!