La espera...

12 septiembre 2012

Autor: Barbara Cole

La espera es muda. Un sonoro silencio se apodera de Madrid mientras los planes comienzan a cobrar vida. No importan los sonidos ensordecedores ni el caminar desastrado del gentío. La pequeña burbuja que envuelve mis sentidos salva mi cuerpo de la angustia y la ansiedad de aquello que está por venir. Aunque de vez en cuando alguien llegue, y clavando su filo sobre mí, trate de arrastrarme a su vorágine de contradicciones. 

P.d.: Sigo escribiendo mi segunda novela; sin prisa pero sin pausa. (Aquellos que creáis que la imagen de arriba es un cuadro...¡Sorpresa! es un fotografía retocada. Genial ¿verdad?)


Waiting For The Moon by Belle And Sebastian on Grooveshark 

All the way back home
I'm telling you I caught the sun
Creeping up behind my shoulder
And another day's begun
I was following a trail
I'd never been along before
Chasing darkened skies above me
Looking like the spring
Like the winter
And the morning

If there's a place I want to go
Then I'll be there with you
'Cos in my dreams the things
I'm wishing for
Keep coming true
Now a new day comes
Clears the darkness out of sight
And the shadows that were sleeping
Come and dance beneath the light
And I'm trying hard to hide
Keeping the sun out of my eyes
Close them tight
And now I'm waiting for the moon to rise

Don't try to say to me
That this was never meant to be
'Cos the days are long where I come from
The next few days I'm free
There's a train I want to catch
But it won't leave here for a while
Till darkness fills the eastern sky
And streetlights stretch for miles
Through the spring
And the winter and the morning

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