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Monthly Archives: abril 2008

I didn’t hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don’t want to move a thing
It might change my memory
Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can’t hide

And I won’t go
I won’t sleep
I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

And I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here with me

I don’t want to call my friends
For they might wake me from this dream
And I can’t leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that’s been
And I won’t go
I won’t sleep
I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

And I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here with me

Dido

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Joakim Eskildsen

a mí me duele mucho
me está doliendo
que poco a poco borres mi nombre de tu corazón
que acabes con mi última letra

desaparecer bajo una marea de goma, al atardecer,
con el sol bajo, empapado.

ahogarme bajo tu pulso, latir por última vez


“…Why does my heart
Feel so bad?
Why does my soul
Feel so bad?

These open doors…”

Moby, why does my heart feel so bad?