jueves, 31 de mayo de 2012

somebody that I used to know


Desamor.

¿Se puede llegar a eso, a desear dejar una relación y esperar a que te dejen y ser secretamente feliz por ello?... yo no lo concibo.

Love is an beautiful ache I still remember...

 

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go 
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know

Somebody...


(Gotye)

martes, 29 de mayo de 2012

Con la Cannes de gallina.


Holly, apunta esta para cuando la estrenen.



Y por supuesto la de Wes. Sin falta.




Por cierto. Titulazo, eh?

viernes, 25 de mayo de 2012

Mejor sin pijama

I.
Bret Easton Ellis quería
hacer las cosas a su manera.
Sin saber que los jueves de abril de madrugada
parecen sábados por la tarde
tardes de viernes por la mañana.
Lo que Clay no sabía
es que hay postales anónimas
viajando al DF
miradas atónitas en esa ventana
sombras de miedo mirando su cara.
Y años pasados
y cuentas pendientes
y caras en cuadros de fotos ajenas
y montañas que arden y noches y faros
y gafas de sol que no nos ponemos
y dime qué hago con esta almohada.

II.
Bret Easton Ellis solía decir cosas
cosas que no gobernaban mares
esos mares de los que no fuimos dueños
ni derrota
porque no llegamos a tiempo.
Nadie sabía que a estas alturas
los gatos quieren escapar de tu casa
y se apoyan envidiosos en las teclas
y miran
y descubren un mundo para el que nadie
está preparado.
Y lloran.
Como todos.