¿Qué hay de nuevo viejo?

Antes de nada, me gustaría pedir perdón a mis lectores y fans (que yo se que los hay) por tardar tanto en "publicar". He estado pasando un periodo de perrería intelectual muy gordo que espero haber superado, o eso prefiero pensar. También quería arreglar ciertas "deficiencias" del blog como por ejemplo la imagen de fondo, si os fijais ahora se ve la foto entera, eso si, en detrimento de cierta altura, lo que conlleva cierto aplanamiento de la imagen.... (lo siento, no soy un genio del photoshop).

Y como regalito de vuelta me voy a tomar la licencia (con vuestro permiso), de concederme cierto momento autocompasivo, porque lo necesito realmente.

Black

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything (note the lack of question mark)
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll ever be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine.

Sonando: Pearl Jam(ón) - black (leg)