She wants to know, wants to learn, wants to enlighten dark corners, understanding nonsense, say hello to inscrutables and coincidences.
She wants to notice, wants to inquire, find out secrets and alchemies, surprising pretended wise men with answers of effects and causes.
She wants to jump into your pocket, slip into your bed turning into air
by performing intuitions and sixths senses, telepathic delusions.
She wants to have you in arms and soul, wants to filter your thoughts
by practising pseudo-sciences and coffee dregs, easy witchcraft.
Writing pages of destiny to get them published as a fairy tale version,
wanting to know is my milk and my drug, confort and obsession.
Fighting borders to try other moons and feel intense beyond the sky,
wanting to know is sweet poisoned food that slowly kills me inside.
Death – Till it breaks, 2008 – Najwajean
(Bufff… per fi he aconseguit tornar a insertar audio al blog. Des que van fer canvis a goear que m’havia quedar sense poder-ho fer i començava a tenir un mono!!! I és que la vida sense música… no és vida 
)
mmm
como dijo perales Y QUIEN ES ELLA?
leche -> confort
drogas -> obsesion
curiosa asociación, mala cancion
besos
Y quien es ella…??
Y qué más da…!
(mmm … bonita manera de esquivar la pregunta)
Mala canción??? En qué sentido?