Un souvenir de ti

Atesoro tus labios que saben a la perdición de un concierto de Black Sabbath y guardo en un estuche de terciopelo a tus hermosas manos, que me elevaron y me hicieron vibrar como un solo de Tommy Clufetos.

De todo lo que pude conservar de ti, me quedé con tu loción en la nariz. Conservo a Guadalajara en mi corazón y en mi alma todas esas escenas que a Tintoretto le hubiese encantado pintar.

Se quedó tu barba en las yemas de mis dedos, que aún buscan el camino a la desconocida Kadath. Tú y yo éramos la noche, la luna de agosto y de enero; fuimos incandescencia, dejamos huella con la luz de nuestra historia como si la hubieran fotografiado en larga exposición. 

Éramos ignición, ese cigarro después del café en una tarde lluviosa, la habitación de contrabando en un hotel de 400 años y el fuego del dragón. 

Fuimos todo y después nada. Nuestra historia se convirtió en el recinto después del concierto, con sólo vestigios de la euforia y el éxtasis que por un momento detuvieron el tiempo.

Y hoy sólo nos queda la cruda. Y la nostalgia de la que pudo ser nuestra canción:

Now, you're the only thing left worth dying for,
You give me a reason I can't ignore,
And make me wanna live forever,
You're everything I've been waiting for,
For all of these years and a thousand more,
And make me wanna live forever.

Sixx A.M. - "Live Forever" (del álbum "This is Gonna Hurt")

Nota:

Amo este álbum de Sixx A.M.:)

Es tan... real. Teatral. Cada canción es un himno; podría ser un musical así como está el orden de las canciones.

"Esto va a doler". Tienes razón. Duele. 

Por qué. Aquí las letras e interpretación de la rola que abre el álbum 

Feels like your life is over

Feels like all hope is gone

You kiss it all away

Maybe, maybe

This is a second coming

This is a call to arms

Your finest hour won't be wasted, wasted

Hey, hey, hell is what you make, make

Rise against your fate, fate

Nothing's gonna keep you down

Even if it's killing you

Because you know the truth

Listen up, listen up

There's a devil in the church

Got a bullet in the chamber

And this is gonna hurt

Let it out, let it out

You can scream and you can shout

Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry

Everybody's getting numb

(Everybody's getting numb)

Everybody's on the run

(Everybody's on the run)

Listen up, listen up

There's a devil in the church

Got a bullet in the chamber

And this is gonna hurt

You got your hell together

You know it could be worse

A self-inflicted murder

Maybe, maybe

You say it's all a crisis

You say it's all a blur

There comes a time you've gotta face it, face it

Hey, hey, hell is what you make, make

Rise against your fate, fate

Nothing's gonna keep you down

Even if it's killing you

Because you know the truth

Listen up, listen up

There's a devil in the church

Got a bullet in the chamber

And this is gonna hurt

Let it out, let it out

You can scream and you can shout

Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry

Everybody's getting numb

(Everybody's getting numb)

Everybody's on the run

(Everybody's on the run)

Listen up, listen up

There's a devil in the church

Got a bullet in the chamber

And this is gonna hurt

This is gonna...

Listen up, listen up

There's a devil in the church

Got a bullet in the chamber

And this is gonna hurt

Let it out, let it out

You can scream and you can shout

Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry

Everybody's getting numb

(Everybody's getting numb)

Everybody's on the run

(Everybody's on the run)

Everybody's getting sad

(Everybody's getting sad)

Everybody's on the run

And this is gonna hurt

This is gonna hurt