Apuntes de una novela futura

Llegué a un punto donde mi necesidad de encontrar una solución fue reemplazada por la poesía de mi continuo fracaso. Charles Simic.

domingo, septiembre 19, 2004

Pos-it (Let it be our first song) :

Tell her tonight.
Franz Ferdinand


I only held her hand but she saw it
I only watched her walk but she saw it
I only touched her neck but she saw it
I only kissed her lips but she saw it
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight

She only blinked her eyes but I saw it
She only swung her hair but I saw it
She only shook her hips but I saw it
She only licked her lips but I saw it
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight

You'll have to tell her, you tell her tonight, yeah
I'll have to tell her, tell her tonight, yeah
I'll have to tell her, to tell her tonight, yeah
I'll have to tell her, to tell her tonight

I only watched her walk but she saw it
I only heard her talk but she saw it
I only touched her hips but she saw it
I only kissed her lips but she saw it
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight
Gonna have to tell her tonight

You have to tell her, you tell her tonight, yeah
You have to tell her, you tell her tonight, yeah
You have to tell her, you tell her tonight, oh yeah

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