Memorias Educadas

[Verse 1: Yukimi Nagano] Waiting by the mailbox, by the train Passin' by the hills 'til I hear the name I'm looking for a saw to cut the chains in half and all I want is Someone to rely on as Thunder comes a-rolling down Someone to rely on as Lightning comes a-staring in again [Verse 2: 2-D] I'll wait to be forgiven Maybe I never will My star has left me To take the bitter pill That shattered feeling Well, the cause of it's a lesson learned "Just don't know if I could roll into the sea again Just don't know if I could do it all again," she said—it's true [Verse 3: Yukimi Nagano] Waiting in my room, and I lock the door I watch the coloured animals across the floor And I'm looking from a distance And I'm listening to the whispers And oh, it ain't the same, when you're falling out of feeling and you're Falling in and caught again Cau-au-au-aught again [Verse 4: 2-D] I'm caught again in the mystery You're by my side, but...

"I don't lived for all that died, I just want to feel it again". Debo confesar que siempre he sido un romántico. La vida ya carga encima con suficiente grosería como para no dedicarle un momento de ternura y pureza de vez en cuando. Para mí el romance no ha muerto, si acaso se esconde en los rincones más inesperados, asomándose con sobornos de asombro y rosas rojas. En otras ocasiones no requiere de banalidades, sino del momento exacto en el que un par de miradas se cruza, o dos dedos se rozan, o una mano fría se posa sobre el bajo de la espalda pretendiendo darse paso cuando en realidad lo que grita es "déjame tocarte". Esos momentos valen más que el oro rosa y el rubí, valen la vida completa. Vale tanto seguir apostando por el romance que podría decir que justo eso es lo que aún me mantiene con vida. Claro que ser así no me ha hecho la vida más fácil. La sociedad nos hace pensar que el hombre le saca la vuelta al compromiso pero no es así, la mujer es quien d...

"I remember the first time it happened. It was like 4 years ago, in the beginning of the summer. We were out that night, remember? We went to see the Allah-Las, they were playing in a house downtown. Well, not a house per se, it was more like a patio or something. Everyone was smoking weed; we arrived pretty stoned already. Anyway, the second band of the night was in the middle of their set and I was in line for the bathroom. The line was going pretty slow and I was trying to keep myself focused, I was kind of fucked up already. I looked at the sky, it was dark and clean, we had a crescent moon and some stars; we could still see the stars back then, more than we can now at least.  And then I looked at the girl who was in front of me on the line. Now I can't remember her, I can't tell the color of her eyes or her hair, but in that moment, that specific moment of bliss, she was perfect. She had the perfect smile and presence and smell; she smelled like flowers, or maybe...