Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
Don’t you worry, don’t get in a state
I don’t believe in true love anyway
Who’s being pessimistic now
I could document this as our first, as our last row
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm.
I won’t be seeing you for a long while
Oh I hope it’s not as long as these country miles
I feel lost, I feel lost.
“Country Mile”, Camera Obscura
I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her thats where I belong
Yet Im running to her like a rivers song
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky
I can't take my eyes off you
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain
I only wanna be your one life stand
(Keep on feeling)
Tell me do you stand by your whole man
There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together
The good old days, the honest man;
The restless heart, the Promised Land
A subtle kiss that no one sees;
A broken wrist and a big trapeze
'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine
Before you go, can you read my mind?
Searching west and east
and all points in-between
underneath the lines of thought
you're there and then you're not
Who´s going to care if it smashes down
Or flips you up in the air. Its justa really fast, risky ride at a fair.
On these lovely trips,
The conductor likes your soft brown eyes on his hair.
No need to shut er down, go round and round in the air.
In the air.
Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on
Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer EACH DAY
Still I can't SAY what's going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
“Cannonball”, Damien Rice
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
“Leaving on a Jet Plane”, John Denver
2o fragmento de versión libérrima de El arte de amar by Lupito Esparzi (un libro que no sirve para nada)
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