jueves, 19 de mayo de 2011

Perdida no olor a humanidade da miña clase de inglés.

Intento pensar, mais éme imposible.

As negras sombras de Rosalía tráenme recordos sabor azucre.

Un barco de vela navega polo meu sistema nervioso facéndome estremecer.

Non penso, non sinto, pero tampouco falo. As miñas cordas vogais, recén operadas tras un mes de silencio, queren romper a súa non liberdade de expresión.

Talking about a freedom that will never exist,
Money has been spent by the population just for their on good,
but my power will last until I loose my mind.
Just mind you're head, take care of it, beware of the word hesitate,
it's dangerous and might make you give up.
But just don't hear, don't listen to it
Put on your sunglasses and smile to life,
it will answer you...


"Pode que só sexa unha rapaza con moito tempo de lecer..."