For inspiration.
http://mrs-minerva.blogspot.com.es/2014/07/thirst.html?m=1
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You, longing of the living, You’re just like the ocean waves Always seeming to come and touch m… But never reaching me in the end And I keep wondering why
In this violent breeze I stand And fear an eternal stay As I give shape on the sand To ponderings the sea will wash aw… While the sun meets my foes,
In boxes, in a mess All my memories move with me From city to city I carry stuff I don’t even know I… It’s been landscapes and years
And I looked through A window of my heart And everything was dark Maybe because there was you And I looked through
Ya que no preguntas, déjame contar… Cómo mi irremediable estupidez Me robó mi incipiente madurez Y contra mi bien decidió adorarte La historia por título lleva tu no…
Yo, en este laberíntico valle, Perdí mucho más que mi salvación Probando el licor de tu admiración Mendigando un alma por estas calle… A la sombra de tu oscura luz
Higher and higher she flies Hung on such sinister skies And all on her own Not a single word does she say She quietly stares at us play
I’ve always seen myself as a drift… In search of a place to hide From you, my most feared whisper That I had to finally give in to… You always ran faster than I coul…
My shivering reflected on my eyes Gives me away in front of the crow… And your lonely tears won’t disgui… As filled the hollow you shout out… And I, always afraid of the dark,
Sonríeme sin alma ni temor Sonríeme como sólo tú sabes Y de mi cálida llama renaces Para derretirme en tu frío ardor Eres tan hiriente como una espada
Take your pride, Place it in the middle of a street And run over it. Now hide. Stay away from the world
I see you standing on the other si… Just the shadow of what I should… Teasing me, laughing at me - no li… Just the shadow of what I could b… I see you standing in the wrong pl…
La caricia de tu dulce piel Rozando mi vello erizado Me recuerda a ese amado Tan traicionero y a la vez tan fie… Identidad de mi inhóspito hogar
Closed doors Who knows what’s waiting for me Fragile floors That will crumble if I fall aslee… Painted mirrors
I saw myself locked in a room Full of empty closets, With an affectedness tycoon Who had me in his pocket Screaming for help was useless