martes, 29 de diciembre de 2009

Pictures of you

Un dia nublado y bastante frío, no ha salido el sol en todo el dia y como es de suponerse ataca la melancolía y la nostalgia. No me puedo quejar, en realidad esta es la clase de clima que me gusta, pero cuando se sincroniza con mi estado, es entonces cuando quisiera llorar, plantarme frente a la television, llorar, fumar y voltear a la ventana de rato en rato.

Precisamente me encontraba por llevar a cabo mis planes malevolos y comprar una cajetilla de cigarros delicados (porque para unos camel no alcanza) y recorde al Pato hablando de una canción, esa canción es "Pictures of you" a la que jámas puse demasiada atencion, al menos no a la letra, me di a la tarea de buscarla y escucharla con atención, encontré una traducción bastante buena y llegue a la conclusión de que podría tocar una canción de The Cure por cada lagrima que derramo por amores y sueños perdidos y una de Joy Division por cada vez que tengo ganas de salir corriendo para no regresar jamas.

Algun día escribire cosas alegres y llenas de color, pero ese dia no es hoy.

Cáda palabra es verdadera... "Y finalmente encontraste el valor para soltarte y te fuiste..."


Pictures Of You - The Cure

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel

Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go

Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you

There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you.







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