Cold night in Mar del Plata

El dia ya no amanece, ya casi sin luna, se desvanece la vida en la noche.
Frio y rocio.
Shannon canta y mi noche se cae a pedazos, como decia ese, lo peor es el jodido lovely weather. Comienza la vida, el florecimiento, las raices acariciando a los muertos y tan solo una plantita, siempre se espera mas, por que esperaba tanto? No mercy, please.
Es genial el bajon constructivo de las 2 de la mañana, mini Fede incoming y el humo que intercambia cerebro por pulmones. La construccion que nace de la destruccion... Las veces que habre balbuceado eso con extraños que no daban un mango por mi, pero que ahi se mantenian interesados y brillantes mientras mi ego se iba a las nubes al pedo. Como mi sueño adolescente de ser especial mientras fumaba en sabanas humedas de hermosa pasion, hermosas, si. El requiem de cada flor en una caja de Adidas que una vez fueron deportistas, abajo de la cama, llena de humedad, inservible, ya inservible el recuerdo y los besos y las peleas. Jamas fui un galan de novela de las 9 y jamas lo sere, pero que lindos misterios guarda esa caja humedecida. Nada de drogas, nada de vomitos. Que hipocrita, por dios.

Salud, mademoiselle. Au revoir blog.

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me harassed,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.

I wake up and the phone is ringing,
Surprised, as it's early.
And that should be the perfect warning,
That something's, a problem.
To tell the truth I saw it coming,
The way, you were breathing.
But nothing can prepare you for it,
The voice, on the other, end.

The worst is all the lovely weather,
I'm sad, it's not raining.
The coffee isn't even bitter,
Because, what's the difference?
There's all the work that needs to be done,
It's late, for revision.
There's all the time and all the planning,
And songs, to be finished.

And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
Till the day it stops
(Repeat x3)
And it keeps coming,
(Repeat x7)
Till the day it stops.

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
You're smaller than my wife imagined,
Surprised, you were human.
There shouldn't be this ring of silence,
But what, are the options?

When someone great is gone.
(Repeat x8)

We're safe, for the moment.
Saved,
For the moment