domingo, 13 de noviembre de 2011

Sesiones y espacios solitarios

Desde que nadie me pinta las mañanas, nubes cubren el tejado de mi alma, ya no llueve, pero sí hay nubes... No llueve. Por qué ? Será que el cielo se ha cansado de mi ya, o desde que nadie está.. qué importa, solo tengo una cámara y mi cuerpo, que lo hace todo cuando quiere, y cuando no, me machaca...

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Making Love, not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow.. ALL SUMMER LONG

- Well, goodbye. You were very kind with me. Now I'll take a hot bath. Ah ... I forgot to tell you that ...
- Say it.
- ... I have some desire to make you love, you can not even imagine. But this does not tell anyone. Especially you. Should torture me to force me to say.
- To say what?
- May I make love to you ? Not just once ,but hundreds of times. But I will not tell you ever. Only if I go crazy I would say you I will make love to you, here in front of your home, IN EVERYLIFE.

Hey ! I am your fucking clock

I am the rhythm of the sound , I am the rhythm of the night.


Oh life