lunes, septiembre 13, 2010

Sometimes it's a pop song...

You can't manufacture a miracle
The silence was pitiful that day.
And love is getting too cynical
Passion's just physical these days
You analyze everyone you meet
But get no sign, love ain't kind
every night you admit defeat
and cry yourself blind

If you can't wake up in the morning
Cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Can't control it, try as you might
May you find that love that won't leave you
May you find it by the end of the day
You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Something beautiful will come your way

The DJ said on the radio
Life should be stereo, each day
In the past you cast the unsuitable
Instead of some kind of beautiful, you just couldn't wait
All your friends think you're satisfied
But they can't see your soul no, no, no
Forgot the time feeling petrified, when they lived alone


Some kind of beautiful (will come your way)




"Something Beautiful" - Robbie Williams


When you're down and try to find that song that tells exactly how you're feeling and thinking at the moment, and all the musicians you admire fail in the quest, you find yourself listening to a good pop song, that speaks common sense, in a melodic and sticky way...speaks of something awful, like feeling lonely, and I mean real loneliness..and it sings it in a beautiful, catchy way, with a silly pop video. Genius.


martes, septiembre 07, 2010

My hands are not soft

Because with them I touch the world, and the world is hard.
I lean on them to get up when I fall, I clean my room with them, I carry boxes, I climb things, I pet my dogs, I play my violin, I write letters, poems, I touch old books, old houses, I change a tire if I need to, I paint the house, I chop wood, light fire, smoke, cook (in very few occasions), I hammer, type, ...etc.

Dust, dirt, grass, rosin, metal, salt, sugar, water, wood, rocks, wool, silk, plastic...my hands have touched innumerable things, how can you expect them to be soft?
The reason why babies' hands are soft, it's because they haven't lived. So no, I don't want my hands as soft as the babies'.