jueves, marzo 13, 2008

Color gris

Quisiera describirte como una persona gris que pasa desapercibida,
pero al contrario con tan solo pensar en ti te ubico con el color azul.

Azul del mar, del cielo y hasta del aire. Siempre me he imaginado al aire color azul.

Quisiera que fueras gris y pasaras desapercibido de mi vida,
gris que no llama la atención de mi alma,
gris que puede convertise en blanco o negro,
que es suceptible y maleable.

Pero eres azul con un toque de amarillo,
y estoy casi segura que sabes a sol con tierra recién llovida,
sabes a mango con chile en polvo o atole de vainilla en invierno.

Quisiera que fueras gris y tu sabor fuera insoportable,
pero me imagino que en el fondo sabes bien.

Deberías ser gris para evitarme esta incertidumbre,
para evitar ver el reloj y disimular la espera.

martes, marzo 11, 2008

I saw her today at a receptionA glass of wine in her handI knew she would meet her connectionAt her feet was her footloose manNo, you can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantAnd if you try sometime you findYou get what you needI saw her today at the receptionA glass of wine in her handI knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was her footloose manYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes you might findYou get what you needOh yeah, hey hey hey, oh...And I went down to the demonstrationTo get my fair share of abuseSinging, "We're gonna vent our frustration If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"Sing it to me now...You can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes well you just might findYou get what you needOh baby, yeah, yeah!I went down to the Chelsea drugstoreTo get your prescription filledI was standing in line with Mr. JimmyAnd man, did he look pretty illWe decided that we would have a sodaMy favorite flavor, cherry redI sung my song to Mr. JimmyYeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"I said to himYou can't always get what you want, no!You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby)You can't always get what you want (no)But if you try sometimes you just might findYou get what you needOh yes! Woo!You get what you need--yeah, oh baby!Oh yeah!I saw her today at the receptionIn her glass was a bleeding manShe was practiced at the art of deceptionWell I could tell by her blood-stained handsYou can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes you just might findYou just might findYou get what you needYou can't always get what you want (no, no baby)You can't always get what you wantYou can't always get what you wantBut if you try sometimes you just might findYou just might findYou get what you need, ah yes...

Quería y trate

Trate de entender las señales
me canse de interpretar miradas
y sonrisas que denotaban a mi parecer complicidad

Intenté con todas mis fuerzas hablarte claro de lo que siento
quizé que tocaras mi cuerpo para ver mis pelos erizarse

Quería que me besaras lentamente
mientras sentiamos la ropa ceder

Trate de dejarte y olvidar
intenté de mil maneras aparentar

Quería vivir sin ti...trate

viernes, marzo 07, 2008

cerré los ojos cansados
de una semana de
muchas malas noticias

dejé caer mi cuerpo
lentamente sobre
el colchón cubierto
de una cobija
enparchada en corazones

puse mi brazo
sobremi cabeza
y mi mano en mi cara

junte mis piernas
en posición fetal
estirando cada vertebra
de mi espalda
escuchándola craquear

decidí bostezar
por voluntad propia
hice un par de muecas
y abri los ojos