LSTNNGchapter.twentyone



"La flor mágica vivió hasta que la Lluvía en plata se convirtió. Pero en los siglos de los siglos, ninguna igual a su lado brotó."




Convierte a la dulce niña,
acaramelada y con feliz mueca,
en el corcel de la magia,
cabalga y cabalga desde el Edén hasta Esparta.


Ése helecho, paciencia,
la madera, sacrificio,
todo se encarna en nuestros pertrechos,
todo vive en lo que cogemos o vemos.

Mira a tu amada,
y que se vuelva un diente de león,
que vuela surcando el cielo abisal
y todos tus deseos de su interior surgirán.


Es aprender que que no solo vive la carne,
el odio está allá, con forma de alabarda,
y la frustación aquí, en mis vendajes se puede ver,
por no hablar de la libertad, en ese pájaro a quien domina la brisa.


Solamente encarnar el tiempo nos queda,
Parca de débiles y fuertes,
crea enfermedades y arremete contra los mortales,
sostiene con su brazo excelso de abejas mil panales.


Y el Tiempo solo sucumbe,
ante la unión de los cuatro reyes.
Primero, la moral y con ella, el temple.
A ellos les acompaña las cicatrices y remiendos.
Pero quien lidera a estos soberanos es...


EL AMOR QUE SIEMPRE EN TÍ TENGO



Nine Days - Story of a Girl (absolutely)


This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

Now how many days in a year
She woke up with hope
But she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes
Now how many days disappear
When you look in the mirror
So how do you choose

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

Now how many lovers would stay
Just to put up with this
Day after day
Now how did we wind up this way
Watching our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waiting
Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose
Now how do we get there today
When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

[Guitar solo]

Well your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a girl
Her pretty face she hid from the world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a - girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
When she smi-iles!


Dedicado a la pequeña oveja y todo lo que encarna. El Tiempo es solo una palabra en tus valles.