Cuando percibo el otoño siempre me viene la misma imagen: niebla. Algo más frondoso y húmedo que la propia atmósfera sujetando fuerte todo lo que se encuentra; nada. La noche cae más cerca, la propia luna la aguanta a duras penas, así es la niebla.
Me llamabas rara, yo te llamé ladrón. Acababas de guardar todas mis cartas, mi mirada se quedó clavada en una, tenía su sello, aquel sello...
Javier Mateos
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You will search, babe, at any cost, But how long, babe, can you search for what's not lost ? Everybody will help you, Some people are very kind. But if I can save you any time, Come on, give it to me, I'll keep it with mine.
I can't help it if you might think I am odd If I say I'm not loving you for what you are But for what you're not. Everybody will help you, Discover what you set out to find But if I can save you any time, Come on, give it to me, I'll keep it with mine.
The train leaves at half past ten But it'll be back tomorrow same time again. The conductor, he's weary, Still stuck on the line. But if I can save you any time, Come on, give it to me, I'll keep it with mine.
Sonó el teléfono, era yo otra vez. Te envié varios mensajes de texto, pero ya no querías leerme, comunicabas siempre. No había tecnología que me llevase hasta a ti. Ya no suena el teléfono, no he vuelto a los cables, ahora solo confío en las señales lejanas que me lleven lejos.
There's just no way to say how much I love you,
You never made me cry
And that's just fine.
Only got my fear,
To put above you;
You know we all get scared from time to time.
Love me with your head and heart;
Love me from the place it starts.
Love me from your head and heart;
Love me like a child.
There's just no way to play the things I'm feeling;
No way to tell you all the things you mean.
Everyday I only feel like stealing,
Away to where I know I can be clean.
Love me with your head and heart;
Love me from the place it starts.
Love me from your head and heart;
Love me when I'm wild.
Laying down the ways to say I need you,
Scared of looking tall and feeling small.
Running through the days I have beside you,
Scared of being wrong and that's it all.
Love me with your head and heart;
Love with your very self.
Love me with your head and heart;
Love me like a child.
There's just no way to say how much I love you,
You never made me cry
And that's just fine.
Only got my fate,
A bird above you;
You know we all get scared from time to time.
Love me with your head and heart;
Love me from the very start.
Love me with your head and heart;
Love me like a child.
Parece cruel, pero no lo es. Con mi traje de conejo lo haré todo al revés. Luego me dirás que me hice el sordo y tan solo soy otra tontería más.
Javier Mateos
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It’s quite a gamble to speak out of place
Those things could kill you but so could your face
What occupies me, pays a low rent
Because fondness makes the heart grow absent
These things I say, may seem kinda cruel
So here’s something from my heart to you
Looking at you, reminds me of looking at the sun
And how the blind are so damn lucky
Those holes on your face could be used better ways
Breathing’s a distraction when you chatter away
These things I say, may seem to be lies
To seem risque, or sensationalize
And too many people can remember your name
Always walking you down memory lame
These things I say, may seem to offend
But not half as much, as I’d like to intend
Listening to you, reminds me of
A motor’s endless drone
And how the deaf are so damn lucky
I’d be happy, if life came to a stall
Then I wouldn’t need my senses at all
These things I say, might seem out of line
But day to day, I’m right every time
Looking at you, reminds me of
Looking at the sun
Too long
You’ll find
That in no time
You’ll be talking to yourself
Along with everybody else
Then you’ll despise
The look in their eyes
It may be difficult to tell
If your looking at yourself
And you look fine
If you don’t mind
That gaping hole that’s on your face
A black hole that’s out of place
And out of time
In a tight bind
To find something smart to say
When a silence comes your way
A veces te llega el otoño en forma de lienzo, con él muchas imágenes que creíste borradas de aquellos días. Nada como saltar de estación en estación para recuperar el tiempo.
