Algunos días

Hoy es uno de esos días en los que me gustaría decirles esto mismo a algún que otro compañero de trabajo.

Patience

And I’m running out of patience

To be fucking with this now

You better believe me when I say

This now

And I’m packing up my night bag

And I’ll be on my way

You better find me some time

When you have more to say

And I’m running out of patience

To be fucking with you now

You better believe me when I say

This now

And I’m packing up my night bag

And I’ll be on my way

Cause you better find me sometime

When you have more to say

And I’m packing up my night bag

And I’ll be on my way

You better find me sometime

When You have more to say

And I’m running out of patience

To be fucking with you now

You better believe me when I say

This now

And I’m packing up my night bag

And I’ll be on my way

Cause you better find me sometime

When you have more to say

And I’m running out of patience

To be fucking with you now

You better believe me when I say

This now

And I’m running out of patience

 

Menos mal que al llegar a casa todo se cancela, vuelvo a ser ese individuo minúsculo sin pretensiones que se sienta a corregir exámenes esperando que los alumnos hayan captado la esencia de lo que realmente importa. Ese individuo que se pone el pijama, las zapatillas de estar por casa, prepara la cena, habla un poco con María y después se calma escuchando delicias que consiguen recuperar el recuerdo de los buenos amigos. Granada. Palacio de Congresos. Wilco en concierto. Alfonso y yo. Detalles que la vida nos deja para siempre.

Muzzle of Bees

 

There’s a random painted highway
And a muzzle of bees
My sleeves have come unstitched
From climbing your tree

And dogs laugh, some say they’re barking
I don’t think they’re mean
Some people get so frightened
Of the fences in between

And the sun gets passed from tree to tree
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up against the sea
Finally back to me

I’m assuming you got my message
On your machine
I’m assuming you love me
And you know what that means

Sun gets passed, sea to sea
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up above the leaves

With the breeze blown through
My head upon your knee
Half of it’s you, half is me
Half of it’s you, half is me

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