Tengo un don para autoflagelarme.
Si estoy mal, tengo que estar muy mal.
Me siento en el sillón, miro las hojas de los árboles y musicalizo el momento hasta que saltan las lágrimas.
Igualmente, el mejor lugar para deprimirme es el bondi, dnd salen los pensamientos más estrambóticos, las fantasías mas increíbles y los cuestionamientos más existencialistas... TODO musicalizado.
Intérpretes de cabecera: Radiohead, Coldplay y The Verve, aunque últimamente hay 1 tema que me liquida y lo pongo sin cesar si de llorar se trata.
Acá el nombre, letra y música, si uds como yo, disfrutan tanto del llanto profundo como de la alegría extrema: Damien Rice - Accidental Babies.
Creo que una frase en particular plantea la gran diferencia entre el sexo con y sin amor.
Does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free?
Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
what we have done
Do you come together ever with him?
And is he dark enough? Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands and my foot in the appropriate place
And we use cushions to cover happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
[...]
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
what we have done
Do you come together ever with him?
And is he dark enough? Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands and my foot in the appropriate place
And we use cushions to cover happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
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