“Escribo par vulgarizarme, para masacrarme, y después para quitarme importancia, para aligerarme: que el texto tome mi lugar, de
modo que yo exista menos. No logro liberarme de mí sino en dos
casos: por la idea del suicidio y por la de escribir" Duras, 2014.
You're sipping all your coffee, pouring up some wine Saying 'You can be my baby' if I gave you some time Moving so fast but we could slow it down I think I wanna hold ya but I'm not sure I'm allowed 'Cause you are gold to me A piece of art to me The sky is turning purple Then orange, then pink and yellow And then a darker shade of blue I can see a darker shade of you Sitting right beside me I wish I could hear your silence I wish you were here with me You're sipping on your coffee, fading away I can give you some time if you promise that you'll stay But I sit there saying nothing just watching your hands I wish that I could hold them but I'm not sure I can But you still are gold to me Baby, piece of art to me But if you close your eyes Do you see me? Do you hear me? When you're putting on your headphones Do you feel my hands even when I'm not there 'Cause I can hear you, breathing, loud and clear Even though you're not here Ev
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