jueves, 16 de agosto de 2007

...still on my lonely trip...



esta es una canción que me encanta. Define todo lo imperecedero ... y lo extraordinario de poder ver lo que nadie más ve, y poder regalarlo y compartirlo con otro afin...


Me gusta la sensación de detalles y delicadeza, de coordenadas perfectamente armoniosas ...


Divine Comedy






See my solitude


Where once was truth now only doubt


Touch my tortured skin


Torn from within and from without


Kiss my blistered lips


My fingertips frost-bitten and grey


Heal my wound within


And watch the dead skin fall away


See what can’t be seen


Between the table and the chair


Touch what can’t be touched


The national trust don’t own the air


Kiss what can’t be kissed


This is the risk we have to take


Heal what can’t be healed


And feel the dead skin fall away


Only you and I know exactly how it feels


To unblinker a narrow mind


And by doing so reveal the obscurity of life


The intensity of dreams


Only you and I have realised exactly what it means


See the infant sun


Whose time has come to climb the mist


Touch the autumn sky


Burned by the supernaturalist


Kiss the purest lips


The morning slips into the day


Rising from the bed


We feel our dead skin fall away