Fiona Apple, cancion: Paper Bag

I was staring at the sky
Just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on
Or something like that

I was having a sweet fix
Of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew
Was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances were
Approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today,
looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay put, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

And I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void"
He said, "It's all in your head"
And I said, "So's everything'" but he didn't get it
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Oh hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving it works, when it costs too much to love.

Un dia cualquiera II PARTE

Hace unos dias atras estaba revisando unos cds viejos y encontre uno en el que tenia el respaldo de un antiguo blog de hace como7 años y duro tan solo unos meses... luego, lo cerre por motivos que ya no recuerdo o prefiero no recordar talvez...., pero se que no tenia ganas de tenerlo y preferi dejar mis poemas solo en los archivos del pc y seguramente tu ve que formatearlo y ahi fue donde grabe el cd del blog..., Y es por eso que aqui estoy otra vez resusitando esos poemas de años atras, y la vez esa contradiccion que me caracterizaba, aquellos años en que escribia mas seguido..., esa contradiccion que habia dejado en el basurerito junto a esos aspectos o vicios que uno va abandonando y no aportan demasiado. En fin, es por eso que hoy publicare nuevamente en este blog uno de esos antiguos poemas de aquel blog y aqui voy, el poema se llama...

El cuerpo

Transeúnte.
Átomo.
Pelusa…flotante.
Me dirijo a un vació…Desconocido.
Provengo de nada.
Pero pertenezco a un todo.
A un todo agonizante.
Que vive de ilusión.
¿Concreta?, lo he intentado.
Pero más transeúntes.
Más átomos.
Mas pelusas flotantes...
Se dirigen a distintos lados…
Me chocan.
Me expulsan…
Yo busco la dirección.
El cuerpo al cual pertenezco.
La madeja de lana.
El roce de ese corazón