Esto es una sonrisa
Tus ojos van abriendo agujeros como un cañón.
Decías, como la luna, que no era tan solo estar solo
mientras te pones los calcetines desfilan dos minutos
y no es tan solo estar solo
Pega un salto a mi silencio
```````````````````````````y sonríe
````````````````````````````````````y di
````````````````````````````````````````las cuesta arriba se acabaran durmiendo
O no saltes
```````````````````````````ni sonrías
`````````````````````````````````````ni digas
`````````````````````````````````````````````y acabes muerta sobre cualquier momento
````````````````````````````````````````````Me gustaría besarte
Te juro por mis muertos que tu sonrisa pega zarpazos
A ti no te queda tiempo pero parece que todo vuelva a ser
como cuando se te hacia de noche
y tenias en la mano
`````````````````````````````````una fiesta
```````````````````````````````````````````una fantasia
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````y una carroza de estrellas
Y al despertar
`````````````````````````````````vasos sucios
`````````````````````````````````````````````una realidad
`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````y una caja de zapatos
``````````````````````````````````````````````Aun me gustaría besarte
Luego hubo un silencio embarazoso
como cuando la mañana te sorprende drogado
como cuando sólo has hablado un minuto en toda tu vida
y no recuerdas de qué has hablado.
Decías, como la luna, que no era tan solo estar solo
mientras te pones los calcetines desfilan dos minutos
y no es tan solo estar solo
Pega un salto a mi silencio
```````````````````````````y sonríe
````````````````````````````````````y di
````````````````````````````````````````las cuesta arriba se acabaran durmiendo
O no saltes
```````````````````````````ni sonrías
`````````````````````````````````````ni digas
`````````````````````````````````````````````y acabes muerta sobre cualquier momento
````````````````````````````````````````````Me gustaría besarte
Te juro por mis muertos que tu sonrisa pega zarpazos
A ti no te queda tiempo pero parece que todo vuelva a ser
como cuando se te hacia de noche
y tenias en la mano
`````````````````````````````````una fiesta
```````````````````````````````````````````una fantasia
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````y una carroza de estrellas
Y al despertar
`````````````````````````````````vasos sucios
`````````````````````````````````````````````una realidad
`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````y una caja de zapatos
``````````````````````````````````````````````Aun me gustaría besarte
Luego hubo un silencio embarazoso
como cuando la mañana te sorprende drogado
como cuando sólo has hablado un minuto en toda tu vida
y no recuerdas de qué has hablado.
7 comentarios
Anónimo -
..kOra..
Cerro -
Octavia -
joseme -
Genial, croak! (veras...si al final acabaremos todos en tu charca)
¡¡¡Marchando cinco de ancas de rana!!!
NOFRET -
Muy original, me encantó.
Besos!
Goreño -
¿Hala!, no hay bastanten con una foto de tu yate que nos mandas tres, para que te chinches.
Seguro que no has visto a Las Niñas que han actuado hoy en el foro de SNAC presentando su nuevo disco. ¿A que no?
Sigues siendo un fenómeno. Saludos
MalSapo -