viernes, 21 de junio de 2013

Caricia mística

Una letra que escribí, que terminé y que acabo de bautizar:

Con la luna llena
el mundo se ilumina,
y la oscuridad, manto de penas,
se imagina cómo quema el sol
más allá del viento

miércoles, 12 de junio de 2013

El coro de las... ¿"ánimas"?

Un fragmento de un pequeño relato sin sentido que escribí hace mucho tiempo. Incluso con los retoques hay cosas bastante cutres, pero en general creo que no está mal:

miércoles, 5 de junio de 2013

Asesino. Capítulo 4.

So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope your hear it. I’m in the car right now, I’m doing ninety on the freeway. Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know that song by Phil Collins, “The air in the night”, about that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning, but didn’t? (…) That’s kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning. Now it’s too late, I’m on a thousand downers now, I’m drowsy, and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call. (…) You ruined it all. I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream, I hope you can’t sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscience eats at you and you can’t breathe without me. See, Slim –shut up bitch, I’m trying to talk!–. Hey, Slim, that’s my girlfriend, screaming in the trunk, but I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up. See, I ain’t like you, because if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die, too. Well, gotta go, I’m almost on the bridge now. Oh shit, I forgot. How I’m supposed to send this shit out?

My tears gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds out my window and I can’t see at all. And even if I could, it would all be gray, but, your picture on my wall... It reminds me that it’s not so bad. It’s not so bad.

(…)

I've seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick. Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge, and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid. And in the car they found a tape, but it didn't say who it was to. Come to think about it, his name was... it was you.

Stan (Eminem, featuring Dido).