martes, 31 de mayo de 2011

Se me cae.

Ella cae adentro mío
con ojitos deprimidos.
Ella necesita descansar.
Me regala ese color que trae puesto.
Se lo quita,
lo envuelve
y me lo da.
Ella duerme tan tranquila
y genera un dulce aroma,
me hace identificar.
Y después me da las gracias
y me dice que me ama
sin hablar.




Sofo

miércoles, 25 de mayo de 2011

How's this for blue.

I wish you'd actually know how to make me feel special. But it's not even that. You do know. You just don't want to. You don't feel like taking care of me. And it's not a bad thing. The bad thing is that I do want to take care of you right now. But you don't know. You never know. Nothing you know.