Muerto

No siento los brazos,
no siento las manos,
están rotas a mazazos.

No siento los pies,
ni tampoco las piernas,
están frías como la piedra.

No siento la boca:
no la puedo abrir.
No siento los ojos:
¿alguna vez vi?

Mi cuerpo está frío,
está congelado,
¿Alguna vez estuve vivo
o siempre adormilado?

miryam rojo

(año 2007)

comenzando la eternidad

Como Hemos Llegado Hasta aQuí, Cuando Solía conoceRte tan biien??

how can i decide what's right

when you're clouding up my mind?

i can't win your losing fight

all the time.

not gonna ever own what's mine

when you're always taking sides?

but you won't take away my pride.

no, not this time.

not this time.

how did we get here?

when i used to know you so well.

but how did we get here?

well, i think i know.

the truth is hiding in your eyes

and it's hanging on your tongue.

just boiling in my blood.

but you think that i can't see

what kind of man that you are,

if you're a man at all.

well, i will figure this one out

on my own.

i'm screaming, "i love you so."

on my own.

my thoughts you can't decode

how did we get here?

when i used to know you so well, yeah.

but how did we get here?

well, i think i know.

do you see what we've done?

we've gone and made such fools

of ourselves.

do you see what we've done?

we've gone and made such fools

of ourselves.

how did we get here?

when i used to know you so well,

yeah, yeah.

how did we get here?

when, i used to know you so well.

i think i know.

i think i know.

there is something

i see in you.

it might kill me.

i want it to be true.

mis pensamientos no los puedes descifrar

comenzando la eternidad