Pulso, latido...

Es extraña la sensación de estar conciente, de poder percibir como cada segundo mata el ya pasado, en un sistematizado ritmo de armonías exquisitas, distintas, al unísono de los latidos, y la respiración, y la compañía, y esa temperatura creada por una fusión extraña también…

Me impresiona sentirlo, saberlo, estar conciente… ver que es tal la conexión aquella, sin nombre, sin siquiera un lugar físico en el espacio, solo una energía rodeando el instante de estar cerca, de sentirse, de olerse…así

Leer, escuchar, comprender. Sin palabras. Sin siquiera mirarse…y ese sentido convaleciente es capaz de mucho más, no necesita estar en su plenitud para expresar, aun siendo débil refleja más que la misma lógica de las palabras, paganas, que estorban por no poder reflejar acertadamente lo ingenuo de permitirse estar…

Ser, estar, detenerse…respirar, lento, rápido…

I remember...

I remember it well,
the first time that I saw your head round the door
'cause mine had stopped workin'
I remember it well,
there was wet in your head, I was stood in the stair
and time had stopped movin'

I want you hear tonight, want you hear
'cause I can't believe what I've found
want you hear tonight, want you hear
nothing is takin' me down, down, down

I remember it well
taxied out of a storm, to watch you perform
and my ships were sailin'
I remember it well, I was stood in your line
and your mouth, your mouth, your mind...

I want you hear tonight, want you hear
'cause I can't believe what I've found
want you hear tonight, want you hear
nothin' is takin' me down...'cept you my love

Come all you lost, dive into most
and I hope that my sanity covers the coast
to remove the stain of my love
papper maché...
Come all you reborn, blow off my horn
I'm drivin' real hard, this is love, this is porn
god would forgive me but I, I'm whip my self scorn, scorn

And I wanna hear what you gotta say about me
hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want, I remember December...
I wanna hear what you gotta say about me
hear that you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear, what you want
what the hell do you want...

By Damien Rice...