De todo se aprende
I'm tired of being what you want me to be,
feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes.
(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).
Every step I take is another mistake to you.
(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do.
Is be more like me, and be less like you.
Can't you see that you're smothering me,
holding too tightly, afraid to lose control.
Cause everything that you thought I would be,
has fallen apart, right in front of you.
(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).
Every step that I takE is another mistake to you.
(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).
And every second I waste is more than I can take.
I become so numb, I can'T feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more awaRe.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do.
Is be more like me, and be less like you.
BUT I know,
I may end up failing too.
But I know,
you were just like me,
with someone dissapointed in you.
I become so numb, I can feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more awaRe.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do.
Is be more like me, and be less like you.
I become so numb, I can feel you there,
i'M TIRED OF BEING what you want me to be.
I become so numb, I can feel you there,
I'm tired of be what you want me to be.
feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes.
(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).
Every step I take is another mistake to you.
(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do.
Is be more like me, and be less like you.
Can't you see that you're smothering me,
holding too tightly, afraid to lose control.
Cause everything that you thought I would be,
has fallen apart, right in front of you.
(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).
Every step that I takE is another mistake to you.
(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).
And every second I waste is more than I can take.
I become so numb, I can'T feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more awaRe.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do.
Is be more like me, and be less like you.
BUT I know,
I may end up failing too.
But I know,
you were just like me,
with someone dissapointed in you.
I become so numb, I can feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more awaRe.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do.
Is be more like me, and be less like you.
I become so numb, I can feel you there,
i'M TIRED OF BEING what you want me to be.
I become so numb, I can feel you there,
I'm tired of be what you want me to be.
Porque todos aprendemos de nuestro errores.
El Dr. Strangelove canta desde el lugar en el que está retenido contra su voluntad, esta es la prueba que los secuestradores os dan para que veais que estoy vivo, haced lo que os digan por favor.
4 comentarios:
Hola doctor!!
Menos mal que has dado señales de vida, espero que los secuestradores te estén tratando bien. Haremos todo lo que nos digan.
Espero que vuelvas pronto.
La crisálida enmohece,
llevo andando 25 o más plenilunios y
aún no me cepillo los dientes como es debido.
Se derrama nicotina y cáñamo
en el columpio tácito de la infancia.
Poetas dicen que son,
son una mierda
en la tarde de la muerte lenta.
Ni quiero ni puedo
con este arco iris de sal de ponzoña.
Nunca he sido más hombre ni querido más mujer.
Y que hinchazón palpitante la que asalta o viola tu vientre.
Asco e ilusión de idólatras del castigo.
Que ganas de ser contigo
me sobreviene, me “sobreva”.
El sostén imposible en lo
opaco de la palabra.
La luz infernal.
Falta de higiene en todos los sentidos,
el gusto sobre todo por todo y
el denso padecer de la mugre que muge a
todos los abismos.
Océanos de la nada,
y de nada me sirve tu complacencia
para volar dónde no es.
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Yo lo del secuestro no me lo creo. Se te ve encantado... ¿o es que tienes síndrome de Estocolmo?.
Cumpleaños
Ángel González
Yo lo noto: cómo me voy volviendo
menos cierto, confuso,
disolviéndome en el aire
cotidiano, burdo
jirón de mí, deshilachado
y roto por los puños
Yo comprendo: he vivido
un año más, y eso es muy duro.
¡Mover el corazón todos los días
casi cien veces por minuto!
Para vivir un año es necesario
morirse muchas veces mucho.
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