DISINTEGRATION

Pienso en aquellas mañanas, correría los años 89-90, y durante un tiempo una única melodía era capaz de convertir el despertar en pura magia. No soy capaz de recordar si era mi hermana, con quién compartía habitación, o yo misma desde la cama alta de la litera, en aquel viejo tocadiscos que nos regaló mi padre.

Sólo sé que aquellas primeras notas de cristal en el aire me hacían sonreir como lo que ya empezaba a dejar de ser. Y la niña emergía del cuerpo, y el cuerpo regresaba a la cama y el alma a él.

Y cualquiera de esos días, a pesar de la negrura y oscuridad, intensas, se convertía en un maravilloso despertar para los sentidos.

La desintegración más absoluta.

A partir de entonces dejé de escucharlos, ese fue el último disco que compré de ellos que sumados a todos los anteriores, desde el primero, se convirtieron en mi discografía particular de The Cure, de lo que para mi de verdad habían significado.

Gracias a Alberto Trinidad por hacerme recordar mi niñez con ese maravilloso libro "Minorías de uno", sus placentas, sus rojos, sus mares y sus deseos de futuro.

(Estaré ausente unos días por temas logísticos, hasta entonces, un beso a todos)

The Cure, "Didintegration", "Plainsong+Pictures of you"

PLAINSONG

"I think it's dark and it looks like rain"

You said

"And the wind is blowing like it's the end of the world"

You said "

And it's so cold

It's like the cold if you were dead"

And then you smiled

For a second

"I think I'm old and I'm feeling pain"

You said

"And it's all running out like it's the end of the world"

You said

"And it's so cold it's like the cold if you were dead"

And then you smiled For a second

Sometimes you make me feel

Like I'm living at the edge of the world

Like I'm living at the edge of the world

"It's just the way I smile"

You said.

PICTURES OF YOU

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you

That I almost believe that they're real

I've been living so long with my pictures of you

That I almost believe that the pictures are

All I can feel

Remembering

You standing quiet in the rain

As I ran to your heart to be near

And we kissed as the sky fell in

Holding you close

How I always held close in your fear

Remembering

You running soft through the night

You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow

And screamed at the make-believe

Screamed at the sky

And you finally found all your courage

To let it all go

Remembering

You fallen into my arms

Crying for the death of your heart

You were stone white

So delicate

Lost in the cold

You were always so lost in the dark

Remembering

You how you used to be

Slow drowned

You were angels

So much more than everything

Hold for the last time then slip away quietly

Open my eyes

But I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words

I could have held on to your heart

If only I'd thought of the right words

I wouldn't be breaking apart

All my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you

But I never hold on to your heart

Looking so long for the words to be true

But always just breaking apart

My pictures of you

There was nothing in the world

That I ever wanted more

Than to feel you deep in my heart

There was nothing in the world

That I ever wanted more

Than to never feel the breaking apart

All my pictures of you.

Tags: Desintegración Ausencia Recuerdos The+Cure Alberto+Trinidad