 Me da miedo rendirme ahora.
La espera es inútil y el esfuerzo insuficiente.
Pero viendo lo que sos, soñando con tu voz,
sólo un tonto se alejaría, e injusto sería no verte.
(Fragmento. Marcos vacíos, Alex King II.)
WELCOME TO THE BIGGEST LIE OF ALL TIMES!
(I fake it so real, I am beyond fake)
 Injusto me parece que no seas mío
y que mi deseo sea tan puro e imposible.
Injusto es que el universo fue cruel y maligno.
Injusto es ver tus ojos mire donde mire.
Pero es tu sonrisa el mayor peligro,
aquél espejo, esa puerta a nuevos mundos.
Y entonces, ¿por qué caminar tras marcos vacíos?
Anhelarte demasiado, eso es injusto.
(Fragmento. Marcos vacíos, Alex King II.)
 Bitting keeps your words at bay, tending to the sores that stay. Happiness is just a gash away. When I open a familiar scar pain goes shooting like a star (comfort hasn't failed to follow so far). And you might say it's self-indulgent, you might say its self-destructive but, you see, it's more productive than if I were to be healthy. And pens and penknives take the blame, crane my neck and scratch my name, but the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain. When I jab a sharpened object in choirs of angels seem to sing hymns of hate in memorandum. And you might say it's self-indulgent, and you might say it's self-destructive, but, you see, it's more productive than if i were to be happy. And sappy songs about sex and cheating, bland accounts of two lovers meeting, make me want to give mankind a beating. And you might say it's self-destructive, but, you see, I'd kick the bucket sixty times before I'd kick the habit. And as the skin rips off I cherish the revolting thought that even if I quit, there's not a chance in hell I'd stop. And anyone can see the signs, mittens in the summertime. Thank you for your pity, you are too kind! And you might say it's self-inflicted, but you see that's contradictive. Why on Earth would anyone practice self-destruction? And pain opinions are sitcom feeding, they don't know that their minds are teething. Makes me want to give mankind a beating. I've tried bandages and sinking, I've tried gloves and even thinking. I've tried vaseline, I've tried everything, and no-one cares if your back is bleeding, they're concerned with their hair receding. Looking back it was all maltreating every thought that occurred misleading. Makes me want to give myself a beating.
(Hay una M en mi piel, y unas lágrimas también. Si pienso en ti siento que esta vida no es justa, escuché hoy en la radio.)
 Injusto es que no pueda besarte
y que al verte me tenga que contener.
Es un crimen desear tus labios
e inventar excusas para tocar tu piel.
Si pudiera hablarte al oído un día,
como lo hice una vez entre sueños,
mi boca desierta escupiría mentiras
y en mi gargante se ahogaría un 'Te deseo'.
(Fragmento. Marcos vacíos, Alex King II.)
 Cierta noche te dije todo lo que tenía que decirte.
(Hadn't I met you, nothing would be worth living)
ale_chaz37 lee Paulo Coelho.
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