La gran separación...
Hoy día nuevamente le asigno el trabajo de expresar mi sentir a una obra lírica... Esta vez necesito expresar la canción Schism de Tool (excelentes letras introspectivas... Maravillosas), la cual me viene matando y doliendo desde hace unos días... ¡Que sentir más similar!
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed
Will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes
Testing our communication
The light that feuled our fire then
Has a burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
Crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame
It doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication
The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit
But I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication
Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit (crescendo)
Bájenla y traten de entender la letra T_T
El Leo








Juan - Ignacio dijo
Se han fijado? Leo, te has fijado? Uno se traga UN GLORIOSO pedazo de torta y de pronto todo alrededor sabe amargo, todo pierde la sacarosa de pronto. O bien lo mismo, lees un monstruo, un ser que destroza la literatura, que deja todo alrededor lento, sin color. Sólo puedes comer más torta, o leer más interesantia estilística... digamos que la cabeza se pone fina. Leo, I like your thingas'. No es que seas como un pedazo de torta... pero you write, i recieve, i understand, i feel; i Change. Gracias for just being there, being you. And fuck you, tu dedicatoria mamona por poco no me nombra.
30 Noviembre 2005 | 08:57 PM