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.
