Hola, Tiempo, ahora entiendo por qué tú y el Sombrero os enfadasteis...


Si no es por nada en concreto, solo porque hoy, después de DOS PUÑETEROS AÑOS, me ha dado por subir una entrada. Es la magia de los blogs oye, que van a estar ahí para ti siempre que los necesites, intemporales, como Jordi Hurtado.

Tal vez pasen otros dos años hasta la próxima vez que suba algo. Pero lo que es seguro es que algún día me dará por actualizar de golpe todo lo que he hecho hasta ahora, y el blog entonces decidirá que me abandona por sobrecarga.

Y nuestra amistad se habrá quedado en una relación tan trágica y tormentosamente idílica como la del Sombrerero Loco y el Tiempo.



Sad Occasion


Volatile, fighter, dumb

Always with the eyes printed in the dark

Elusive, impulsive, in code

Is too late, don't hide the safest place in the heart


This is not a revolution

Is a way to confront life

Take a pen, write in your notebook

The help has never meant to die


You have often heard

That the world is quiet here

But out there is just chaos

The ethos buried underground

And even most of best intentions

Have been achieved by the villains

Is a schism in the primal sensations

An arson by volunteer civilians


Courage, ignorance, daydream

Show them the best part of your weakest skill

The distance, the future, the void

Fall, fly and resist have never been a choice


This could be a revolution

Or a way to giving up

Read the best phrase from the novel,

Yourself, your talents, have just begun


You have often heard

That the world is quiet here

But out there is just chaos

The ethos buried underground

And even most of best intentions

Have been achieved by the villains

Is a schism in the primal sensations

An arson by volunteer civilians


Observe the details, the show,

How the world gets undone

Whistle the song you know

While you rebuild it, like a home


You have often heard

[That the world is quiet here]

But out there is just chaos

[The ethos buried underground]

And even most of the best villains

Have achieved good intentions

Is a schism in vonluntary civilians

An arson set by primal sensations


You have always heard

That the world is quiet here...