Golpes.

Metafóricamente. Golpe, tras golpe. Caida tras caida. No importa de donde ni a donde, importa el camino. Vestirse de valentía y para ello desprendrerse de ese disfraz que con mucho gusto y convenientemente, nos ayudaron a crear, utilizando sus propias medidas. Ignorando nuestra naturaleza.


Dicen que hace falta abandonarse para reencontrarse, yo creo que es necesario reencontrarse primero para saber a lo que somos capaces de enfrentarnos, y por lo tanto, lo que somos capaces realmente de abandonar.







Thom Yorke :I'm a rabbit in your headlightsScared of the spotlightYou don't come to visitI'm stuck in this bedThin rubber gloves She laughs when she's cryingShe cries when she's laughingFat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away...(Away....away....away....)I'm a rabbit in your headlightsChristian suburbaniteWashed down the tolietMoney to burnFat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away...Sample from movie Jacob's Ladder :If you're frightened of dyin' and you're holding on...You'll see devils tearing your life away.But...if you've made your peace, Then the devils are really angelsFreeing you from the earth.....from the earth....from the earthRotworms on the undergroundCaught between stationsButterfingersI'm losing my patienceI'm a rabbit in your headlightsChristian suburbaniteYou got money to burn....Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away.....

Away, away, away,Away, away, away.

Unkle - Rabbit in your headlights