Un limón que viene y se va
un limón agrio y dulce,
que tan desorientado está.
No hay nada que llene ese vacío,
tan profundo que sientes
cuando el calor del cuerpo se va lejos,
tan lejos de la rompiente.
El agua revalsa a tus ojos
dejando atrás la bruma marina,
y se lleva espumas tiesas y suaves abrojos.
No parecen tus rimas,
infantes corrientes
no desean tus sílabas
esconderse en el monte,
arrastradas cual serpientes.
Labios,
color limon
agrios,
como  la lluvia sobre el cajon.

Primerite
Bueno... como no suelo tener Blogs... simplemente flogs, me ire acostumbrando a esto.
Hace frio aca en Mar del Plata.. bastante

y...

no se que mas se puede comentar..

puedo dejarles una minima parte de un tema que me gusta mucho de Pink floyd...
o la cancion entera

Echoes - Pink Floyd

Echoes

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and
Something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to the land
And no one crosses there alive
And no one speaks
And no one tries
And no one flies around the sun
And now this is the day you fall
Upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Comes streamin in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.

Saludos y Shine oOn

Sabina Paris