martes, 31 de marzo de 2009

Correr... Correr rápido hacia un muro de ladrillo, tan sólido como el que separaba Berlín. Correr cual kamikaze, sabiendo lo mortal del golpe y aun así teniendo la esperanza de romperlo.

Lo reconozco, vivo en el límite de todo, soy una puta kamikaze =)




¿Y QUÉ?


Hello, is there anybody in there?
just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now, I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
get you on your feet again.
Relax, I need some information, first.
just the basic facts,
can you show me where it hurts
There is no pain you are receding.
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move,
but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child, I had a fever
my hands felt just like 2 balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again,
I can't explain, you would not understand,
this is not how I am.
I.. have become, comfortably numb.
[solo]
I.. have become comfortably numb.
Ok, just a little pin-prick.
There'll be no more ahhhhhhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick!
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good!
That'll keep you going for the show,
come on it's time to go
There is no pain you are receding.
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move,
but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child, I cought a fleeting glimpse,
out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, but it was gone,
I cannot put my finger on it now.
the child has grown, the dream is gone
I.. have become, comfortably numb.

Pink Floyd, Comfortably numb.

3 comentarios:

El que te desconcierta con los nicks dijo...

Long time ago... Cuando salió The Wall yo empezaba mi primer curso en el instituto. Durante algunos años tuve, clavada en la pared con una chincheta, en la cabecera de mi cama, una pequeña cartulina con la letra de Another brick in the wall, part II. Malditos sentimientos de adolescente soledad, qué daño hacen los cabrones... Pero curten la piel y el corazón.
Y por cierto: el aire no desaparece; siempre está ahí, rodeándonos, aunque no nos demos cuenta de su presencia. Y es imprescindible para que vivamos. Como algunas personas, unas cuantas películas y muchos libros.
Be air, my friend.

Mrs.XX dijo...

Me gusta leerte.

señor don nadie, nadie dijo...

que musica, que musica... mierda he dejado el sofa pegajoso