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★ Mesmerize me

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CRISTALES       DE TU AUSENCIA
Cristales de tu ausencia acribillan mi       voz,que se esparce en la nochepor el glacial desierto de mi alcoba.-Yo quisiera ser ángel y soy loba-.Yo quisiera ser luminosamente tuyay soy oscuramente mía.
Gloria Fuertes

CRISTALES DE TU AUSENCIA

Cristales de tu ausencia acribillan mi voz,
que se esparce en la noche
por el glacial desierto de mi alcoba.
-Yo quisiera ser ángel y soy loba-.
Yo quisiera ser luminosamente tuya
y soy oscuramente mía.

Gloria Fuertes

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Para vencer al miedote aliaste con el miedo,lo hiciste tuyo,te amparaste en su turbia compañía.Librarte de él hubiera equivalidoa renunciar a la esperanza,y eso jamás lo hiciste.Aunque bien sabíasque es la esperanza la que engendra el miedo.

Ángel González

Para vencer al miedo
te aliaste con el miedo,
lo hiciste tuyo,
te amparaste en su turbia compañía.
Librarte de él hubiera equivalido
a renunciar a la esperanza,
y eso jamás lo hiciste.
Aunque bien sabías
que es la esperanza la que engendra el miedo.


Ángel González

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The early cars
Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night’s phrases
Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor

And it doesn’t seem fair
That your wicked words should work
In holding me down
it doesn’t seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

Conversation once colored by esteem
Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I could taste your agenda
While you spit in your cud

And it doesn’t make sense
I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown
No, it doesn’t seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

This is not about love
‘Cause I am not in love
In fact I can’t stop falling out

This is not about love
‘Cause I am not in love
In fact I can’t stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

What is this posture
I have to stare at
That’s what he said when I’m sittin’ up straight
Change the name of the game ‘cause he lost
And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I’m not being fair
‘Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
But I’d like to choose right
Take all the things that I’ve said that he stole
Put ‘em in a sack
Swing ‘em over my shoulder
Turn on my heel
Step out of his sight
Try to live in a lovelier light

This is not about love
‘Cause I am not in love
In fact I cant stop falling out

This is not about love
‘Cause I am not in love
In fact I cant stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

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