martes, 9 de diciembre de 2008

- Malditos ácidos. Antes tenía buena memoria. Yo pertenecía al club de ajedrez del instituto. Se me daba bien.
- ¿En serio? Eso es fantástico.
- ¿El qué? ¿Que estuviera en el club de ajedrez?
- Supongo que sí. Me parece tan... excéntrico.
- Sí. Pero usaba dedos amputados en lugar de piezas normales.

Danny se rió con demasiada intensidad, tembló como si tuviera convulsiones y secó lágrimas imaginarias en el rabillo de sus ojos.
Ah, pequeño y servil adulador.

domingo, 26 de octubre de 2008

Room of -angel-

You lie silent there before me, your tears, they mean nothing to me.
The wind howling at the window. The love you never gave, I give to you. Really don't deserve it, but now there's nothing you can do. So, sleep in your only memory, of me, my dearest mother.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes, goodbye.
It was always you that I despised,
I don't feel enough for you to cry.
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

So insignificant sleeping dormant deep inside of me.
Are you hiding away, lost under the sewers? Maybe flying high in the clouds? Perhaps you're happy without me. So many seeds have been sown in the field, and who could sprout up so blessedly, If I had died, I would have never felt sad at all,
you will not hear me say "I'm sorry" .
Where is the light? Wonder if it's weeping somewhere...