Because we are young

and things are wrong.

We’ll lose the chains,

we’ll make things right

before the sun goes down on

and out of sight.

We’ll lose the chains

‘cause you and I

we move against the tide.

"

Alguien le hizo una pregunta. Pero le palpitaban los oídos por el dolor. Se estremecía y caía hacia el fondo. ¿Qué has aprendido?, le habían preguntado, otro pez o un escarabajo, o un amigo.

Que lo más difícil para el pez es amar a su pescador, contestó mientras se hundía. Que todo dura una noche, meses apenas. Que sólo se vuela hacia lo efímero. Que el otoño jamás cambia. Y tampoco el silencio.

"

La continuidad de los peces - Víctor Balcells

Dream alone, wake together - Young Dreams

again

"

As the mist leaves no scar
on the dark green hill,
so my body leaves no scar
on you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter,
what remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure
without a moon or star,
so will we endure
when one is gone and far.

"

Poems and Songs - Leonard Cohen

The day’s getting shorter,

everything around her is getting old.

And I, what did I know? It’s true what she said, yes, some people get under your skin. They stay there and you, no, you wouldn’t let anyone else in. I’m leaving now, oh, you take care. You know you’ll find me anywhere, anyway.

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Nordisk sommarkväll - Richard Bergh

Empty bottles

A bottle is being emptied in my dreams. Time is leaking through its neck.

It comes and goes.