sometimes...

I have moved into the shadow

The night is closing in

The clouds are frozen still

The birds are feathered down

The churches ring the hour

Where once there was a cheer now stands a sorry crowd

Across the frozen lake

Beneath the tattered flags, a carnival of skates

The scissors scratch their names

Where once I held your hand I cannot bear to stand

This city is a cauldron of blackened snow and strangers

I moved here from the country

I didn’t know the danger

I’m haunted by the bottle

I’m haunted by the angels

In letters from my sister, she asks me how I’m feeling

I say that I am better but I lie in every letter

I have moved into the margin

I have moved into the shadow

Move closer to the fire or else you’ll meet the ghost

I loved you like a brother

I loved you more than most

But still you left me vacant

Still you left me cold.

GA Johnson - Piano Magic

Incurable (EP)

2007

No sé de dónde he sacado esta imagen con palabras, pero me gusta.

No one will ever write a song about me

Delicadísimo dibujo de Verónica Navarro Castillo (Poor Sailor)
Si no me equivoco pertenece a una serie de dibujos que fue haciendo durante sus trayectos en el metro.

¿Las cosas que no decimos nos convierten en extraños?