We went through life,
and lost.
On fast forward:
The glimmering dew,
the buzzing night
...
one and another
each one of us.
viernes 21 de enero de 2011
No further questions
It´s kind of strange
What we feel?
What we fake.
Many times,
we took our clothes off,
but we were never truly
Nude.
What we feel?
What we fake.
Many times,
we took our clothes off,
but we were never truly
Nude.
martes 11 de enero de 2011
Running
Because I always feel like running
Not away, because there is no such place
Because, if there was I would have found it by now
Because it's easier to run,
Easier than staying and finding out you're the only one...who didn't run
Because running will be the way your life and mine will be described
As in "the long run"
Or as in having given someone a "run for his money"
Or as in "running out of time"
Because running makes me look like everyone else, though I hope there will ever be cause for that
Because I will be running in the other direction, not running for cover
Because if I knew where cover was, I would stay there and never have to run for it
Not running for my life, because I have to be running for something of more value to be running and not in fear
Because the thing I fear cannot be escaped, eluded, avoided, hidden from, protected from, gotten away from,
Not without showing the fear as I see it now
Because closer, clearer, no sir, nearer
Because of you and because of that nice
That you quietly, quickly be causing
And because you're going to see me run soon and because you're going to know why I'm running then
You'll know then
Because I'm not going to tell you now
Gill Scott-Heron
viernes 7 de enero de 2011
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