Strega tossica...

L.Cox

En esta caja habita mi "strega",
una bruja olvidada,
que todos los días
con trozos de ojos y bocas
se cocina la sopa.

Special Monday Music Tape

If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown
Here´s looking at you kid wipe away tears
You feel the deal is real
Oh no sir, I must say you're wrong, I must disagree
I know I won't be leaving here with you
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
my heart could take a chance but my 2 feet cant find a way
I'm awake in an age of light living it because of you
She was a beautiful boy and tears boy and all in your innerspace boy you had
How does it feel to be One of the beautiful people?

1.-Billy Idol- Dancing with myself
2.-Pulp- Disco 2000
3.- Thom York- 2HB
4.- Pet shop boys- New York City boy
5.- QLazzarus- Goodbye horses
6.- Franz Ferdinand- Take me out
7.- Elvis Presley- A little less conversation
8.- Journey- Don't stop beliving
9.- Scisor sisters- I don't feel like dancing
10.- Bowie- Never get old
11.- Underworld- Born slippy
12.-The Beatles- Baby you're a rich man


bonus: Vicente Fernández- El chofer

por sentir

Foto: L.Cox

No siento, sin embargo luz.
Pienso, nada, no respiro.

Tus labios en mi hombro,
cuchillo afilado,
se abre el abismo del dolor.

Busco tu boca, un corte limpio,
es mi dedo,
busco un abrazo, corte limpio,
son mis manos,
busco tu mirada, corte,
es mi pierna,
logro ver tu corazón,
con los ojos ensangrentados
muero sonriendo.

escaparate

Foto: L.Cox

A través de los cristales delinié su boca diminuta que sonreía al extraño que no pregunta, que no la ve. Se inquieta al paso del curioso, del morboso que a pesar de tener la dicha de admirar sus finos labios quiere saber más. Por desgracia al sentir mi escrutinio motivado por la constante picazón del alma, petrificada me desprecia, me ignora. No consivo mi destierro por desearla. Con los ojos deshechos salgo de su vida. Boquita solitaria, abandona mis ojos.

Turn it on..

Turn it on,
my heart is ready,
the white flags in the sky.
Perhaps we lost a bit,
but who cares if we have grown?
Turn it on,
your heart will thank you,
this extraordinary oasis
we can not find it somewhere else.
Turn it on,
and start this again,
just let me look into your eyes,
lovely tunnels to the center of the universe.

cebollitas

Te sacaré los ojos y los pondré en un plato con cebollita picada para ver si así lloran como han llorado los míos.