28 sept. 2008
you are shadow-boxing

You'll never live the life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight.

But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you.

You'll say you understand, you'll never understand
I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why
I don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am
You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry
But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie.

Fiona Apple "Never is a Promise" (1998)

 
posted by Patricia Venti at 14:15 | 1 comments
10 sept. 2008

Sobre el polvo de los días
hechos polvo,
me obligo a ser paciente,
a esperar
un futuro,
otras pequeñas cosas,
efímeras e intangibles
como quedarse aquí sentada
satisfecha con la muerte de las horas
o sea,
la nada que golpea
el corazón
como una elegía.

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posted by Patricia Venti at 17:47 | 1 comments
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