uniformes de piel humana.

Pictures of you.

i've been looking so long at these pictures of you
that i almost belive that they're real
i've been living so long with my pictures of you
that i almost believe that the pictures are all i can feel
remembering you standing quiet in the rain
as i ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close
how i always held close in your fear
remembering you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter than the snow
and screamed at the make-believe screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage to let it all go.

Death Letter.

I got a letter this morning

What do you reckon it read?

It said the gal you love is dead

I got a letter this morning

What do you reckon it read?

Said "Hurry, Hurry because the gal you love is dead"

Well I packed up my suitcase I took off down the road

When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board

I packed up my suitcase And I took off down the road

When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board

It looked like ten thousand people standing around the burial ground

I didn't know I loved her 'till they began to let her down

Looked like ten thousand people standing on the burial ground

I didn't know that I loved her 'till they began to let her down

You know it's so hard to love Someone that don't love you

Won't get satisfaction

Don't care what you do

So hard to love Someone that don't love you

Don't look like satisfaction Don't care what you do

Well I got up this morning

The break of day

Just hugging the pillows

She used to lay

Got up this morning

The break of day

Just hugging the pillows

Where my baby used to lay

-The White Stripes-

Consejos de Martin Fierro.

The end of the World.

Memory.

Sunny Afternoon

canción animal.

tears inside.

Colores.

Collage

Texturas.

Son las seis

tus relieves me despiertan

despues de tanto descansar

tiempo al tiempo de volver a celebrar

necesito al mundo para darme cuenta

me hace falta despues de todo

siempre vamos a encontrar texturas, texturas.

Road To Nowhere.

Long Nights

atmosphere.

Walk in silence,

Dont walk away, in silence.

See the danger,

Always danger,

Endless talking,

Life rebuilding,

Dont walk away.

Walk in silence,

Dont turn away, in silence.

Your confusion,

My illusion,

Worn like a mask of self-hate,

Confronts and then dies.

Dont walk away.

People like you find it easy,

Naked to see,

Walking on air.

Hunting by the rivers,

Through the streets,

Every corner abandoned too soon,

Set down with due care.

Dont walk away in silence,

Dont walk away.

JOY DIVISION

I dont want to grow Up!

cuerpo y alma

Alma al aras alas que pasan

del ave que en vuelo anda

ama el alma en mantra

alma del lugar noche y fogata

hazte luz y el fuego en llama

llama al alma y canta

canta - canta y ama vive en cuerpo y alma

canta - sol de la naturaleza llama

Alma que al tramar tramas en mantras

haz que el luz aves alas as

salve al cuerpo y alma

Alma nombre a Dios o al que es amigo

fiel en sí y a uno mismo

voz del cuerpo y alma

Canta - pensamiento y ama el alma en mantra

canta - que en el cuerpo un templo guarda al alma

Pedro Aznar.

Jardin d´Hiver.

Day Tripper.

Todas las hojas son del Viento...

The National Anthem

BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE

El Lenguaje del Cielo

Las horas caen llevándose esta vez,

todo lo que el viento me habló,

eterno el día sin esperar...

ya volvió con tu cielo,que se abre en dos.

Niño precioso,que no entiende nada ya,

cuando apareces,tu energía es tan diáfana...

escóndeme antes de que mire el mundo...

Yo sé, yo sé que acaso...

entiendes el lenguaje del cielo...

Y te recompensará con su sal el mar....

y solo eso será, solo eso será...

y de tu boca,

saldrá la oveja del agua...

y solo eso será,

solo eso será...

y es que al fin,

así libre serás ah !!!

Yo sé, yo sé que acaso...

entiendes el lenguaje del cielo...

Las horas caen,

llevándose esta vez,

todo lo que el viento me habló...

la soledad no habrá de cambiar,

mi querer esta vez !

Niño precioso,

que no entiende nada ya,

cuando apareces,

tu energía es tan diáfana...

escóndeme antes de que mire el mundo...

Yo sé,

yo sé que acaso...

entiendes el lenguaje del cielo...

Luis Alberto Spinetta

PAX