Dónde se quedaron aquellos textos melancólicos que antanyo emergían cual champis del bosque?
Dónde se quedaron las margaritas pioneras, las exclavo y las que simplemente se dejaban llevar por la masa?
Dónde se quedaron las disquisiciones...los tes...de menta...de dargeling...con o sin pinyones...con o sin teterías...los bares de física siempre han sido una buena opción...
Atrás...ya...una pasado que nos construye y nos modela...nuestros cuerpos y nuestras almas...
Ahora...un presente...que se autosostiene....gracias a los pilares antes construidos...por mentes sinceras...por cuerpos valientes...
Aún no sé montar en bici...aún no he cogido un avión sola...y necesito ayuda para darle la vuelta a la tortilla de patatas....pero he aprendido que somos más grandes que la piel que nos limita...y que la distancia entre una piel y otra...es una sonrisa...
Dónde se quedaron las margaritas pioneras, las exclavo y las que simplemente se dejaban llevar por la masa?
Dónde se quedaron las disquisiciones...los tes...de menta...de dargeling...con o sin pinyones...con o sin teterías...los bares de física siempre han sido una buena opción...
Atrás...ya...una pasado que nos construye y nos modela...nuestros cuerpos y nuestras almas...
Ahora...un presente...que se autosostiene....gracias a los pilares antes construidos...por mentes sinceras...por cuerpos valientes...
Aún no sé montar en bici...aún no he cogido un avión sola...y necesito ayuda para darle la vuelta a la tortilla de patatas....pero he aprendido que somos más grandes que la piel que nos limita...y que la distancia entre una piel y otra...es una sonrisa...
if my hands weren't there, like i saw in the stream
of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
if they weren't to be found, then what else could i be?
if your hands weren't there, like i saw in my dreams
and the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared,
the what else, then what else could i be?
if your hands & my hands strolled together around
if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to scape from this world, from this no past land.
if i looked in the windows while walking pass through
if i stared at the willows with my seven black truths
if my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind...
if you'd like, keep perceiving what lies on my back
and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine
and the windows, the willows, the pillows, and your mouth.
if your hands & my hands strolled together around
if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to escape from this world, from this no past land..
of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
if they weren't to be found, then what else could i be?
if your hands weren't there, like i saw in my dreams
and the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared,
the what else, then what else could i be?
if your hands & my hands strolled together around
if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to scape from this world, from this no past land.
if i looked in the windows while walking pass through
if i stared at the willows with my seven black truths
if my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind...
if you'd like, keep perceiving what lies on my back
and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine
and the windows, the willows, the pillows, and your mouth.
if your hands & my hands strolled together around
if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to escape from this world, from this no past land..
