domingo, 8 de junio de 2008

Cuando las estrellas se ponen tristes

Cuando el frío del invierno dominical me tajea un poco, la tristeza termina ganándome. Esa dulce melancolía, la contradicción del ir y venir en la búsqueda del calor feliz. Y quiero tirar todo a la mierda y estallar en millones de pedazos desconocidos. Sin embargo las estrellas siguen naciendo y alumbrando. Reciclo mi tenacidad espartana y continuo. Y te veo, sonrío con tu ternura, la sangre revive mis mejillas y te sigo sin pensar en nada...




Dancin' where the stars go blue
Dancin' where the evening fell
Dancin' in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin' out on 7th street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars, when the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue
When the stars go blue, blue, blue
Stars go blue
When the stars go blue

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue, yeah
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you, I'll follow you, I'll follow you
I'll follow you, I'll follow you, yeah
Where do you go, yeah
Where do you go, Where do you go

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