countdown.

Cada vez falta menos para que pueda reencontrarme con mi otro corazón, el mas chico pero no por eso el mas débil. Se lo extraña horrores, tengo tanto amor para dar, y el no esta, jaja, la verdad es que  ya no puedo ahogar mas  a mi otro corazón. Sera cuestión de esperar, unos días mas.
Y cada vez falta menos, para huir juntos los 3.


Los días pueden ser densos, mas cuando uno esta a la espera de un cambio, y me refiero en este caso a las vacaciones. Y se tornan largos, repetitivos. Eso seria lo normal, pero  cuando uno esta distraído sucede algo que cambia las cosas de rumbo, situaciones que se piensan en el inconciente. Recuerdos que afloran sin permiso y ahí se quedan zumbando en el conciente...

ya se van a ir, solo hay que esperar.

"We found an old doll
That was out in the grass
She has special powers
We set a black mass


We sat in a circle
All holding hands
The doll's been held together
With old rubber bands
She'll rise
She'll rise
She'll rise

I'll lay her down in her gingebread coffin
She's so pretty, all laid out in white
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
When we need her she'll rise in the light

We'll look down at the ground
And into her eyes
Passed around an old teacup

Filled up with dead flies
Surprise
Surprise

We brought, but not used
A collecton of knives
We'll remember this moment
Through all of our lives
She'll rise
She'll rise
She'll rise

Oh

I'll lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
She's so pretty, all laid out in white
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
When we need her, she'll rise in the light
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
It's a flickering, beautiful sight
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
When we need her, she'll rise to the night..."

Rasputina-Gingerbread Coffin.