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Against all odds {The Postal Service version}

How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me,
when all I can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
just the memory of your face
Just take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face.

I wish I could just make you turn around,
turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you,
so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Just take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space

But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face
Just take a look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's a chance I've got to take.

Just take a look at me now.

The Postal Service [Such Great Heights, (a. A)]

En medio de la inconsistencia

Entre el vacío de lo lleno

Tengo que extraer palabras de un globo desinflado,

De una ballena con su existencia anclada entre la arena gris.

Recomendado [pero con la particularidad de la situación, The Postal Service]

Bogotá, 2010.

Parresiadas

Para el tiempo en que escribo imposturas, viene bien, de vez en cuando, desprender un poco de piel solo para saber que el dolor de la acción me habla de que aún queda un poco de vida.

Bogotá, 2010

Afelinadas

Las gracias de Petra...


Bogota, 2010.

Sustancialidades

El problema del vidrio no es su transparencia. El problema del vidrio tiene que ver con la fuerza en que sus partículas están unidas unas a otras. Cuando se prescinde del vacío, cuando se llena cada grieta por donde la luz puede colarse, aparece la fragilidad.

[Mientras se escucha Glass, de Bat for Lashes].

Bogotá, 2010.

Invenciones de archivo

Andrea Vergara

Con palabras secas alimento la hierba que crece entre mis piernas. Antígona humedece la sangre que pinta las piedras blancas de su tumba, es el sueño de Ismene, su hermana.

Bogotá, 2010.