jueves, 9 de abril de 2009

Sin título

Enciendo mi enésimo cigarrilo, mientras escucho tu respirar de hombre cansado. El humo se desliza entre las sábanas desordenadas de lo que fue un combate impío. Sin naciones ganadoras, hay terrenos que se entregan, con la sed de recibir disparos de fuego.

6 comentarios:

Alejandro Ramírez dijo...

Está hermoso.

Un saludo,

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Oriana P. S. dijo...

Muchas gracias, Alejandro.
Realmente es un gusto que pases por aquí.

Saludos.

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Danilo Gatti dijo...

Oh it's healing bang bang bang
I can hear your cannons call
You've been aiming at my land
You're hungry hammer's falling
And if you want me I'm you're country

I'm an angel bored liked hell
and you're a devil meaning well
You steal my lines and you strike me down
Come raise your flag upon me
And if you want me I'm your country
If you win me I'm forever
Oh Yeah

'Cos you're the storm that I believed in
and all this peace has been deceiving
I like the sweet life and the silence
But it's the storm that I believe in

Come and conquer and drop your bombs
cross my borders and kill the calm
Bear your fangs and burn my wings
I hear bullets singing
and if you want me I'm your country
If you win me I'm forever
Oh Yeah

'Cos you're the storm that I believed in
and all this peace has been deceiving
I need some wind to get me sailing
So it's the storm that I believe in

You feed my heart you keep me breathing
'Cos you're the storm that I believed in
And if you want me I'm your country

Oriana P. S. dijo...

Come raise your flag upon me
And if you want me I'm your country

Qué lindo este comentario!!!