Rotten

I'm leaving without you.

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Tirada en mi cama embarazada.
Mi amiga pálida y pelirroja escupe ahora sangre por la boca. Sus ojos se vuelven venosos y quemantes.
Salta hacia mi vientre con intento de mordeme, o de morderla, a Sofía.
Humano hecho de humano - me dice -, eso es lo que como.
Traspasa el agujero en la pared y desaparece.

Physics

According to magnetic laws it makes sense. I'm a shaft of light, you're a photograph . Cheese ! In the picture you kiss my lips, and I kiss yours. Then you kiss my chest, my back, my legs and slip your hands so gently through my damp skin from shoulder to fingers. Stop. Image, image, image. And Recording. Trembling you touched my hands with your fingertips, softly at the beginning. I wish I knew was done next, but I didn't care at all. In the midtime I suppose that I fell asleep while seeing the full moon reflecting everywhere. You saw me and realized that my upper and lower eyelashes where both glued to each other. But it seemed it didn't stop anything. What's that smell? Something is burning. Your hands, that were so nicely touching mine, were now killingly hot and holding my arms so tightly that they reached my humerus, burning them too. Stop spitting needles out at me, if only I knew they were not mean to hurt me, but to sew me on. The idea felt so powerful, so attractive, so healing, so sweet that I could chew it for an eternity. I've fallen down the deep hole.

Dusk and Summer

Don't waste your time
Or time will waste you

Velvety Final

Theater curtains up.
Act one:
(To myself)
Not sickly romantic. Not stupidly in love. Not sweet flying dreamer.
No longer all that useless garbage combo. Feet on the shitty ground, at last.
Scene one:
Throw away every idea you had about love at the time you let the ashes fall down from your cigarrette.
Scene two:
Drink my deep vengeance as the hot coffee burns your frozen throat, from frozen body, frozen heart.
Scene three:
I'll be there when the earthquake make it collapse, and I'll make sure to enjoy it to the last drop.
Scene four:
Indifference & Lust are both visible on my pupil and cornea. Pull my optical nerves to prove it.
Scene five:
Hello my dearest selfish bastard, I'm a neverending dying stomachache.
Scene six:
Goodbye
Theater curtains fall.

Radiohead 24/03/2009 Buenos Aires

Increible, el mejor día lejos.





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Nude
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No Suprises♥
Pyramid Song
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Planet Telex♥
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Everything In Its Right Place

Creep♥

And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost my self.