Ya dije que las metáforas son peligrosas. El amor empieza por una metáfora. Dicho de otro modo: el amor empieza en el momento en que una mujer inscribe su primera palabra en nuestra memoria poética. Milán Kundera
10.12.10
I wish it were simple...
Over the sea and far away she's waiting like an iceberg, waiting to change. But she's cold inside. She wants to be like the water.
All the muscles tighten in her face buries her soul in one embrace. They're one and the same, just like water.
The fire fades away, most of everyday, is full of tired excuses but it's too hard to say "I wish it were simple but we give up easily. You're close enough to see that you're the other side of the world to me"
On comes the panic light, holding on with fingers and feelings alike. But the time has come to move along.
The fire fades away, most of everyday, is full of tired excuses. But it's too hard to say: I wish it were simple but we give up easily. You're close enough to see that you're the other side of the world.
Can you help me? Can you let me go?
And can you still love me when you can't see me anymore?
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