todos esos libros y esos discos arderán.
esa ropa y esas cartas, irán detrás.
en lo alto de la pira mis amigos me saludan.
y mis padres, mis hermanos y tú, me sonreís.
cuando empiece a llover ceniza sentiré un desgarro extasiado, sangraré.
24 marzo 2010
an ordinary life
what makes you different from anyone in here? what makes you stand up from the crowd? what makes your mother so proud of you? what makes us worship at your ground?
at night when you go to bed do these thoughts run through your head? when you're lying there all alone do you think of us instead?
I don't know where I'll be in ten years time I want to be free I don't care about the cameras I don't care about the lights all I wanted was an ordinary life