back on the middle of nowhere

It's just this way of walking under the rain, of looking in the eyes, maybe shy, what the hell are you thinking about? when I just want to kiss you. It's just this way of loving little things. It's all about how you say "I'm late" but you don't really care. Nor do I. It's your sweet madness.

And, by God, it's all about feeling alive, you know? It's... just caring about being now here, because in a few hours I'll be back on the middle of nowhere. It's so hard to learn that things only happen once in the life. It's pretending that I'm in love with you to avoid falling for you. It's being far, far away from here. Now, here. Nowhere. And then, just behind you. "Who am I?" Who are you? I don't even know if I care.

It's squeezing the hours. It's taking your breathe away. And then, giving it back to you, as if it was a treasure. Because it is. And I can imagine you walking quickly in a lonely street wrinkling this paper with your hands.

Do you see how you distract me? I didn't want to write about you. Your hair is everywhere.

Life Vests Under Your Seat

Seguramente ya te he dado mas de lo que deberia y ni siquiera me he dado cuenta. No soy nada sensata.

Me vas a renir tanto por esto. Pero no me importa. Igual que no me importa si te largas. O si me pides mas. Habra maneras de arreglarlo. Siempre hay salidas, aunque sean de emergencia. Por eso no pienso preocuparme, y si, yo tambien me he dado cuenta de que me acabo de contradecir. Que mas da.

En serio, por mi puedes besarme y largarte. Besame y largate. Y olvidame. Vierte unas gotas y huye. No me importa. Yo me voy a quedar con el beso. Yo me voy a quedar con el beso. Mancha las sabanas. Sangre, saliva. Lo que sea. Vendran las lagrimas luego a limpiarlo todo. No te preocupes, largate tranquila. De verdad, largate si es eso lo que debes hacer. Yo me voy a quedar con el beso. Ni se te ocurra preocuparte por mi. Aun saber que soy de naturaleza suicida.

O no, no te larges. Al fin y al cabo, que mas da? Yo me voy a quedar con el beso. Romper esa fina tela, saltar el abismo del milimetro. Eso es lo que quedara. No te larges, si no quieres. Pideme mas. Sabre dartelo. No voy a mentirte. Sabre dartelo, pidas lo que pidas. O al menos sabre decirte no. No pienso mentirte. Pideme mas. Por eso me vendo. Por tu mas. Ni se te ocurra preocuparte por mi, los suicidas siempre sobrevivimos. No lo sabias?