Trash

Estas son mis propuestas de fin de semana. Aunque esta última tenga casi un año ya :)

The Fear

Hola

La historia del silencio

Pensé que sobrevivía por inercia y por otra cosa, una especie de maldad congénita. Por las enormes ganas que tenía de molestar. Mientas, resonaban en mi cabeza las últimas palabras con que Irene intentaba romper el férreo silencio del muchacho.
-Si quieres, volveré a verte. Haz sólo un gesto con la cabeza. Un solo gesto... Uno sólo.

Decode

How can I decide what’s right
When you’re clouding up my mind?
I can’t win
You’re losing sight
All the time

Not gonna ever own what’s mine
When you’re always taking sides
But you won’t take away my pride
No, not this time
Not this time

How did we get here?
I used to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it’s hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can’t see
What kind of man that you are
If you’re a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own
(I’m screaming, “I love you so”)
On my own
(My thoughts you can’t decode)

How did we get here?
I used to know you so well, yeah
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know

Do you see what we’ve done?
We’ve gone and made such fools
Of ourselves
Do you see what we’ve done?
We’ve gone and made such fools
Of ourselves

How did we get here?
I used to know you so well, yeah
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well
I think I know
I think I know

There is something I see in you
It might kill me
I want it to be true

Normal

Judy And The Dream Of Horses

Judy wrote the saddest song
she showed it to a boy in school today
judy, where did you go wrong?
you used to make me smile when i was down
judy was a teenage rebel
she did it with a boy when she was young
she gave herself to books and learning
she gave herself to being number one
judy, i don't know you if you're gonna show me everything
judy, i don't know you if you're gonna show me everything
Judy got a book at school
she went under the covers with her torch
she fell asleep till it was morning
she dreamt about the girl who stole a horse
judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping
judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping
Judy, let's go for a walk
we can kiss and do whatever you want
but you will be disappointed
you will fall asleep with ants in your pants
judy, you're just trying to find and keep the dream of horses
and the song she wrote was judy and the dream of horses
dream of horses
you dream of horses
The best looking boys are taken
the best looking girls are staying inside
so judy, where does that leave you?
walking the street from morning to night
with a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that you walk
with a parrot on your shoulder, saying everything when you talk
if you're ever feeling blue
then write another song about your dream of horses
write a song about your dream of horses
call it judy and the dream of horses
call it judy and the dream of horses
you dream of horses

Vasalisa

Había una vez y no había una vez una joven madre que yacía en su lecho de muerte con el rostro tan pálido como las blancas rosas de cera de la sacristía de la cercana iglesia. Su hijita y su marido permanecían sentados a los pies de la vieja cama de madera, rezando para que Dios la condujera sana y salva al otro mundo.

La madre moribunda llamó a Vasalisa y la niña se arrodilló al lado de ella con sus botas rojas y su delantalito blanco.

-Toma esta muñeca, amor mío- dijo la madre en un susurro, sacando de la colcha de lana una muñequita que, como la propia Vasalisa, llevaba unas botas rojas, un delantal blanco, una falda negra y un chaleco bordado con hilos de colores.

-Presta atención a mis últimas palabras, querida- dijo la madre. -Si alguna vez te extraviaras o necesitaras ayuda, pregúntale a esta muñeca lo que tienes que hacer. Recibirás ayuda. Guarda siempre la muñeca. No le hables a nadie de ella. Dale de comer cuando esté hambrienta. Esta es mi promesa de madre y mi bendición, querida hija.