Espejo ciclotímico

Terminaste reconociéndome. ¡¡ Te ha costado una eternidad ¡¡¡. Menos mal que me aferré con fuerza a este alma que compartimos y no abandoné.
Anda ¡, termina de afeitarte y vamos a tomar un trago: extra-largo y sin hielo.

Amor de imán

Para que no se enteren de que me he marchado; a ella, le hice suspirar al verle entrar en la casa; a él, le hice escribir una nota de cariño, que luego sujetó a la nevera con la fotografía de su viaje de novios encerrada en un imán. Ya no son niños para estar jugando a amar, ya no son niños para jugar al amor; conmigo.

1,2 ,3

Go!!

So 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.

Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
when you look like that, do ya honey.

Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.

Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.

Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
with a face like that, do ya.

Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.

Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!
I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea.

En mi memoria

Tu ausencia solo pervive en mi memoria
Lapidaria, total, entrópica

Conjuga mis pensamientos
Dirige los huesos y alienta los estertores de mi esperanza.

Tu ausencia, tu no ser, tu no

Se ha quedado allí, en ese bunker erigido sobre el ayer
Latente, perenne, andamiando mi soledad.

Tu ausencia como un acantilado,
Como un abismo, como una isla en la nada.

Juan Carlos García Cazcarra 

Paseo por el lado salvaje [Walk On The Wild Side]

Stupid Mondays

The stupids mondays llegan avisando...desde el jueves anterior están ahí...detrás del rojo y lacerante sunday......
¿Qué propones para este nuevo stupid monday que se avecina como una locomotora descontrolada?