El perro que era un gato por dentro

The Dog Who Was A Cat Inside from trunk animation on Vimeo.

Everyone's lookin for some place

We'll always make it through the day
There's always gonna be a better way
Always be someone else's way
Even when we know we've gone too far
Closer to the edge is so much further
Than we'll get without a car
And everyone's lookin for some place
They're just killing more time than space
Some nights I wish that the sun would
Never show its face

You're so beautiful at night
The moon's got a way of lighting you
The way no picture is ever goin to
Even when the stars begin to weep
We'll laugh at the expense of all their grief
You never made me feel like I'm a creep
And everyone's lookin for some space
We're just killing time all over this place
Some nights I wish that the sun would
Never show its face
Wouldn't want to face the light of day
With anyone like I'll face the night with you

Just look at everyone
No one really knowing why they're here
Tryin so hard not to disappear
Doesn't take a lot to make you dance
We're making such a scene
With two left feet
Never even sing or hear the beat
And everyone's looking for some place
They're just killing more time in haste
Some nights it feels like the moon is
Just a light above our graves

Each Day Is Valentine's Day

My Funny Valentine
Sweet Comic Valentine
You Make Me Smile With My Heart
You're Looks Are Laughable,
Unphotographable
Yet You're My Favorite Work Of Art
Is Your FigureLess Than Greek
Is Your Mouth A Little Weak
When You Open It To Speak
Are You Smart
Don't Change A Hair For Me
Not If You Care For Me
Stay Little Valentine Stay
Each Day Is Valentine's Day

I´m waiting so patiently

ÉL y yo

Algunas noches, cuando tarda el sueño,
me entretengo en ir vaciando las palabras:
a la palabra noche le quito oscuridad,
soledad, algunos nombres propios,
las estrellas,
a la palabra sueño la dejo sin su música,
es cáscara vacía
que rueda y no hace mal a nadie,
le saco las tripas a la palabra AMOR,
las tripas malolientes,
y tras ducharme vuelvo al dormitorio,
tengo todo el tiempo del mundo
una noche sin sueño,
para torcerle el cuello a la palabra vida,
dejarla sin respiración,
dos sílabas hermosas
que a nadie ya pueden hacerle daño,
a la palabra ciudad le voy quitando calles
como quien quita espinas,
luego le arranco tardes grises
en las que no llegabas,
dejo sin más hojas a la palabra libro
que una hoja en blanco
donde escribo tu nombre
una vez y otra vez,
un nombre que nada significa,
a la palabra yo le meto un dedo en el ojo,
a la palabra dedo le arranco una uña,
le saco la lengua a la palabra lengua
y con la lengua en la mano
me acerco a la ventana
y no hay ventana, hay sólo tristes sílabas
con las que Dios y yo
en esta noche que no termina nunca
jugamos a los dados.

José Luis García Martín