miércoles, 29 de abril de 2009

I don't mean a thing.

Y ya que la epidemia prácticamente orilla al aislamiento

6:02 p.m.
Abro la ventana que da al balcón
Me recuesto sobre la alfombra café
Tarde de jazz
El aire comienza a desperezarse
Ya despierto elige una pareja
La cortina blanca, tan seductora al ser atravesada por los rayos naranjas
Él y ella bailando al ritmo de las salvajes trompetas de Dizzy Gillespie
Gillespie, alentado, aumenta la velocidad, se mueve frenéticamente.
Él y ella lo siguen por una eternidad.
Yo? Acostada, mirando el grandioso espectáculo

2 comentarios:

arvakur dijo...

almenos el título me recordó una cancion.

I'm not too sure that I can go much father
I'm really not sure things are even getting better
I'm so tired of the me that has to disagree
And so tired of the me that's in control

I woke up to see the sun shining all around
How could it shine down on me?
You'd think that it would notice
I can't take anymore
I had to ask myself
"What's it really for?"

Everything I tried to do, it didn't matter
and now I might be better off just rollling over
'cause you know I tried to hard but couldn't change a thing
And it hurts so much I might as well let go

I can't really take the sun shining all around me
Why would it shine down on me?
You'd think that it would notice
I no longer believe
Can't help telling myself
"It don't mean a thing"

I woke up to see the sun shining all around me
How could it shine down on me?
Sun shining all its beauty
Why would it shine down on me
You'd think that it would notice
I can't take anymore
Just had to ask myself
"What's it really for?"

Deus ex Mens dijo...

Al menos* el título me recordó....


Que coño! Ni un carajo...


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