16 diciembre, 2006

Una vez mas callé...

Extracto del peor de los discos de Depeche Mode... (dicho por ellos mismos...) inconcientemente me aleja del sub-rayado popular "escucho de todo" aunque trato de que asi sea, y me acerca a uno de los mejores libros que leí en mi infancia.

Lo que me traía éste tema hace 13 años hoy me ha vuelto a ocurrir...
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My secret garden is not so secret anymore
Run from the house holding my head in my hands
Feeling dejected, feeling like a child might feel

It all seems so absurd that this should have occurred
My very only secret and I had to go and leak it
My secret garden is not so secret anymore

No, my secret garden is not so secret anymore
Run through the fields down to the edge of the water
Can't stay long, here comes the reason why

She'll catch me if she can, take me by the hand
I'll have to keep on running and I just can't see the fun in
My secret garden not being secret anymore

It used to be so easy on days such as these
She'd search and search for hours, in among the flowers

I loved it, I loved her

Play the fool, act so cruel (I loved it)
Read a book, take a look (I loved her)

It all seems so absurd that this should have occurred
My very only secret and I had to go and leak it
My secret garden is not so secret anymore
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Puedo sin mis ojos
Pero sin mis oídos...

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Se puede con la mente, cierto?
Ahora, de qué cosa estamos hablando?

Zu Sein... (II). Cuando ya no esté... y se acabe el ser.

  ("*) Por siempre. Raum, Zeit und Sein. Antifacismo, digo desde el pulmón. (A) (")9