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Metropolitana, Chile
Puedo ser un poema de Neruda escondida en un rincón, y escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Puedo ser tu curiosidad. Very irresistible de Givenchy. Una postal de cualquier lugar del mundo. Un película en blanco y negro de Tarantino. Ser una llamada perdida de ojos café oscuro. Puedo ser despedidas y reencuentros. Un huevito bon-o-bon para pascua. La noche. Tu caja de pastillas de la felicidad. Puedo ser una flor de papel.

sábado, 9 de octubre de 2010

FEEL


Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given.

I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.


I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.


I don’t wanna die,
But I ain’t keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I’m preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
That’s why I keep on running.
Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.


I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.


And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.


I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.


I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
There’s a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.


Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given

Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.

Robbie Williams

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