pirata..

osazte vurlar la seguridad de este musculo bombeante de vida
arruinaste el avant premier de una cita con la luna
te adelantaste a una futura publicacion del manual para enamorarme
piratiaste la primera copia, ahora toreas y te salteas parrafos con tu falda de indescencia no me queda mas que reeditar mi material vivido


a ese si quieres ponle tu firma...

confesion

de estas lineas susurrantes con poca forma pero mucho fondo
salen dos cuentas del olvido ,que presentan credenciales extraoficiales
con borrones pero ilegibles, ante ti (espero no te importe..)
han planeado calar y no callar en esa forma de trinchera que celebran tus labios
labios con minifalda y escote (tus labios)

eh recuperado mi culpabilidad frente a ti , no eh encontrado salida
y yo parado ahi testigo que esas pequeñas manchas de deseo en tu pecho
tu les llamas pecas ,mmm... por que sera... pecas

confieso que soy culpable , confieso que eh bebido del deseo que me embarga pero no me pidas cargar con toda la culpa , confiesa tus cargos de probocacion ,confiesa que tus ojos se quieren cerrar cuando te toco , que a mi boca le estorba tu pelo cuando pasea por tu cuello,
que mi pulgar ah logrado hacer estallar tu entrañas en risas y deseo
que nos lleven presos

asi firmare la .ndependencia de mi corajudo corazón o volveré a saltar con las manos amarradas no ah de importarme. que siga la tímba

H E R I D I T A

by mariateresa

like a friend - PULP

que buenaaa !!!!!!!

Don't bother saying you're sorry.
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes - again.
Every time I get no further.
How long has it been?
Come on in now,
Wipe your feet on my dreams.

You take up my time,
Like some cheap magazine,
When I could have been learning something.
Oh well, you know what I mean.

I've done this before.
And I will do it again.
Come on and kill me baby,
while you smile like a friend.
And I'll come running,
Just to do it again.

You are the last drink I never should drunk.
You are the body hidden in the trunk.
You are the habit I can't seem to kick.
You are my secrets on the front page every week.
You are the car I never should have bought.
You are the train I never should have caught.
You are the cut that makes me hide my face.
You are the party that makes me feel my age.

Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid.
Like a plane I've been told I never should board.
Like a film that's so bad but I've gotta stay til the end.
Let me tell you now,
It's lucky for you that we're friends