Històries rescatades..

...No será el miedo a ustedes lo que nos obligue a bajar las banderasde la imaginación... -Movimiento armado con poesia,para tomar el cielo por asalto..

-Pensamientos y palabras prohibidas, para que no peligre la fragil inmobilidad del aire, para que no generen ganas de hablar, y sobrevenga inevitablemente la catastrofe...

remor persistente.., en las calles, en la lluvia, en las fuentes, por las casas, y hasta en el viento.

The means are right for taking, fade to grey

Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty

In this matrix, it's plain to see

It's either you or me.Bruise,

pristine,

serene,

we were born to lose.

Cast a line with a velvet glove

Reading like an open book, in the hands of love

In this matrix, it's plain to see

It's either you or me

.Bruise,

pristine,

serene,

we were born to lose.

encore [echoed]

Means are right for taking, fade to grey

Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty

In this matrix, it's plain to see

It's either you or me.

Bruise,

pristine,

serene,

we were born to lose..

Bruise Pristine- Plcebo

Perquè les cançons diuen tantes coses..Perquè a vegades son com una pel.licula de Cinexin..

Perquè són imprescindibles..Perque hi ha discos q són la teva via imatge...Perque son com la meva pròpia sang.. Redescobrint..