Todo
29 de julio de 2004
Lo quiero todo, absolutamente todo. No quiero deseos. No quiero miedos. No quiero querer. Quiero tener, ser, estar, sentir, lamer, vivir. Pero esto no deja de ser un deseo, un deseo más, aparcado -ya como puede y en doble fila- en los aparcamientos de mi esperanza, al lado del de los de la desesperación. Quiero saber qué narices es la madurez, la plenitud y esas cosas que tanto acostumbran a ser portada de ciertas revistas -además de la muerte de Carmen Ordoñez.
Quiero que con un pensamiento obtenga lo que quiero. No tener ni tan sólo que levantar un dedo.
Quiero.
Publicado en Pataletas
ALL I WANT IS EVERYTHING
I don’t know how to leave you
And I don’t know how to stay
I’ve got things that I must tell you
That I don’t know how to say
The man behind these empty words
Is crying out in shame
Holding on to this sinking ship
When nothing else remains
All I want is everything
Am I asking too much?
All I want is everything
Like the feel of your touch
But all I have are yesterdays
Tomorrow never comes
It’s hard to hold your head up
When you’re kneeling down to pray
And the talking dooesn’t come easy now
When the words get in the way
And if you could see what’s going on
Behind these private eyes
The truth would look so easy now
But I’m running out of lies
You think the shadow of doubt
Is hangin’ over my head
It’s just an angel whose wings hide the sun
And it’s myself I betray
I can not wish this away
Took my chance now the damage is done
All I want is everything
Am I asking too much?
All I want is everything
Like the feel, the feel of your touch
When all I have are yesterdays
Tomorrow never comes
Besos, “ocho de treboles”.