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Dia 9 año 2

De regalo un capitulo del libro ¨blood and soap¨ del poeta vietnamita Linh Dinh

Tiny Spaces.

He is a huge man who loves to occupy tiny spaces.

He is happiest whenever he has a chance to lie in a tent or stand inside a phone booth.

In expensive restaurants he will suddenly duck under the table and make himself perfectly

still and compact behind the stiff tablecloth.

If his wife is wearing a dress (or even a miniskirt) he could disappear inside it for the better part of a day.

feliz cumpleaños

chucho

dia 9

un pequeño regalo




Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
She's lost control.
And she's clinging to the nearest passer by,
She's lost control.
And she gave away the secrets of her past,
And said I've lost control again,
And of a voice that told her when and where to act,
She said I've lost control again.

And she turned around and took me by the hand
And said I've lost control again.
And how I'll never know just why or understand
She said I've lost control again.
And she screamed out kicking on her side
And said I've lost control again.
And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die.
She said I've lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.

Well I had to phone her friend to state my case,
And say she's lost control again.
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes,
And said I've lost control again.
But she expressed herself in many different ways,
Until she lost control again.
And walked upon the edge of no escape,
And laughed I've lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.

I could live a little better with the myths and the lies,
When the darkness broke in, I just broke down and cried.
I could live a little in a wider line,
When the change is gone, when the urge is gone,
To lose control. When here we come.


feliz cumple yaya