26 de agosto de 2009

Cama

Otro poema propio:


CAMA

Unos la utilizan para reconciliarse
con el enemigo o con el amor de su vida
para otros, simplemente es una partida
de ajedrez o tres en raya, según tarden
en rendirse ambos contrincantes
muchas veces no será de mutuo acuerdo
pero no siempre está azul el cielo.

Unos sueñan en arrugar sus sábanas
entre bajas pasiones y altos tacones
unas creen que en ella son reinas
y otros que son poderosos dioses
algunos solo llenan la almohada de lágrimas
mientras vacían de sueños sus cabezas.

Otros, aún creen que sobre ella
solo se pronuncia su nombre
incluso hay quién se cree más hombre
unos se contentarán con ver las estrellas
y otros viajarán a galaxias lejanas
algunos con billete de ida y vuelta
y unos con bonos de mil viajes
con mil nombres escritos en ellos.



Canción seducida por el post:



BON JOVI

Bed of roses

Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies they won't
make of me when I'm dead

With an ironclad fist
I wake up and French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat
in my head while we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need

I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

Well I'm so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes
I'd given each night
Just to see through this payphone

Still I run out of time
Or it's hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper,
baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked
And she's giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

When you close your eyes
Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonite I won't be alone
But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely

I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that I'd die to defend

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses