Fantasies

Recuerdo cuando nos mirábamos, cuando algo perseguíamos, sin saber exactamente qué. Recuerdo las risitas secretas, los comentarios ligeramente indecorosos, el soundtrack de valemadrismo con una inyección de espíritu adolescente, el aroma de tus besos que quería probar.

Es raro recordar todo eso, y no recordar los ojos con los que me veías, con los que yo te veía. No recuerdo la sonrisa que te ponías en esos días, pero recuerdo bien el viento.

Curioso asunto el de escuchar musiquita de antaño mientras rescata uno la vida.

 

Metric: “Gimme sympathy”

Get hot, get too close to the flame
Wild, open space
Talk like an open book
Sign me up
Got no time to take a picture
I’ll remember someday all the chances we took
We’re so close to something better left unknown
We’re so close to something better left unknown

I can feel it in my bones
Gimme sympathy
After all of this is gone
Who’d you rather be?
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
Oh, seriously
You’re gonna make mistakes, you’re young
Come on, baby, play me something
Like, “Here Comes the Sun”
Come on, baby, play me something
Like, “Here Comes the Sun”

Don’t go, stay with the all-unknown
Stay away from the hooks
All the chances we took
We’re so close to something better left unknown
We’re so close to something better left unknown

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