Behind the dry beats the clock stops , behind that smile at half mast and colorless, behind friends and backlit smoke , behind mirrors and shadows you are. Behind the footsteps of those who come and go, behind a reverse calendar advances , behind every picture , his face and his cross, behind the prison of my night you are. And as much as I tell myself a thousand times I should go and live , and even though I curse your name I can not get rid of you ... Because you are in the songs , in the seams of my body , in colors, other lips and other kisses , in poems I remember that you are not , in the night silences scream in my solitude . In the morning , always bare your scent , windows closed in this heart, in these wings that do not fly south ... after all, there is nothing behind you . Behind every corner of this great city cold , behind that phone forgot to speak, behind the storm , the calm and stillness, behind other gestures and other voices are you . Behind every hug that awakens my skin , behind every letter I wrote and burned , behind the black sky, winter white , blue sea , behind every day and every night there you are . And as much as I tell myself a thousand times I should go and live , and even though I curse your name I can not get rid of you ... Because you are in the songs ... youtube/watch?v=4W-YIjFH9Bw
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 09:35:32 +0000
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