domingo, 19 de febrero de 2012

Point Éphémère - 1 - tormenta de hielo

Sudor en las paredes.
Atmósfera pesada,
saturada de notas y escasa.
Respirar es jadear.
Mientras, las suelas apenas se despegan

I could hardly see her eyes
behind that storm of hair and music.
But didn’t need to.
Just had to imagine a bit.
They were staring at me.


Sonar Nit, Barcelona (2004)
 

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