L'élégance du hérisson

"lo que importa no es morirse...
sino lo que se hace en el momento en que se muere.
reneé, ¿qué hacia usted en el momento de morir?
estaba dispuesta a amar."

[novela “la elegancia del erizo”, de muriel barbery]

what the fuck was i thinking?

Love grows in me like a tumor,
parasites bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor,
till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned.

What the fuck was I thinking?

Love plows through me like a dozer,
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
and there's always a big mess left over.
What did you do?
What did you say?

Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned.
What the fuck was I thinking?

Love tears me up like a demon.
Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
and I'm having some trouble just breathing.
If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead

Oh it's so embarrasing
I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing,

and I'm running out of places to hide

What the fuck was I thinking?

What the FUCK was I THINKING?

...look closer.

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... You will someday.

there there

en un campo oscuro,

voy camindo en tu paisaje.

ramas rotas,

me tropiezan mientras hablo.

sólo porque lo sientas

no significa que esté ahí...

siempre hay una sirena,

cantándote para naufragar.

no te acerques, no te acerques

navega lejos de estas rocas,

seríamos un desastre andante.

no te acerques, no te acerques.

sólo porque lo sientes

no significa que esté ahí...

hay alguien sobre tu hombro.

siéntelo,

¿por qué tan verde y solitaria?

el cielo te envió

a mí.

somos accidentes esperando,

para ocurrir.

Drug Enforcement Administration

segunda vez que sueño que la DEA me persigue.

pero esta vez los hijos de puta tenían ademas de perros, cocodrilos entrenados!

que manera de correr para escapar de ellos!

ufff... necesito saber que significa... dam!

mientras tanto, esto es así, lo dejo en la melancólica voz de billie holiday, ella lo explica mejor que yo:

...this suspense is killin' me

i can't stand uncertainly

tell me now, i've got to know

whether you want me to stay or go...