DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE?

Little did she know when she met him, that they would end up entering her secret garden.

Cutie barely knew him when she invited him over, but as soon as they kissed, she realised she was going to venture herself into the unknown. She held his hand and walked him through the hidden passages. He followed her without a doubt, his other hand on her waist. Every now and then they would stop and play for a while, locked in an embrace, looking directly at each other without ever looking apart. She chose to follow a wicked path, giving some of her secrets away in exchange for a few more steps ahead into what was by then a wild forest. He was brave enough to stand with her in the middle of the unreal for a while.

You know how this ended. He got a bit scared. He felt he needed some time alone out of her garden. He didn't feel like holding her hand anymore. Once their eyes didn't meet, it was the worst of the goodbyes. It was uncomfortable, silent, cold. The moment they were out of the garden they closed the door behind them and parted away.

He still keeps the key to her garden and he sometimes looks at it without knowing what to do. He doesn't know if Cutie will ever trust him again. He doesn't know if he can trust her enough to invite her to visit his secret garden.

Cutie is still waiting for that one kiss that will open the doors to the unknown. She is ready to take the risk again. She is ready to share her darkest thoughts and to jump into her world of fantasy without a safety net.

Death cab for Cutie?

USE SOMEBODY

I'm a spinning top and I can't stop spinning. I feel dizzy, my vision is blurred and I need to stop and throw up, but just when I think I can relax, someone just gives me another go.

At first I go with it, it's always exciting to see where it will all end, and depending on the player, I roll faster or slower, closer or further away. Some players have been too aggressive with me: my wood shows some of the marks left after having been maltreated. Other players just have a go and never come back. Others find you so entertaining that they try to hide you in a box for their personal use.

In the end it's all a game in which I have little to say. I cannot escape from the hands of those who want to use me every now and then. I am not free to decide who will be the next in line. I only hope I won't get hurt and I'll try to enjoy the ride.... while it lasts.

NOCHES DE VERANO EN LA CASA GRIS

Me pasó una cosa curiosa hace unos años. Una mañana, al abrir los ojos lo vi todo gris. Al principio creí que quizás se trataba de la falta de luz o de las ganas de sueño, pero no: al abrir las cortinas todo seguía siendo gris. Ese día y los siguientes cumplí con mi rutina, sin confiarle a nadie mi nueva situación. Los primeros días fueron un poco más duros, hasta que empecé a distinguir las diferentes tonalidades. Y, como a todo, te acostumbras.  Nadie parecía advertir mi incapacidad de apreciar los colores, y empecé a sospechar que quizás no era yo el único que había olvidado los colores de las banderas o, sin ir más lejos, de tus labios, antes carmesí y ahora grises. Lejos de alarmarme me percaté de que mi nueva vida era mucho más cómoda, puesto que con los colores se habían ido mucho de los estímulos que me invitaban a caer en tentaciones varias. Y con los estímulos murieron también los impulsos pasionales que me incitaban a buscar otros labios que no eran los tuyos. Y es que, a fin de cuentas, yo era un hombrecillo gris sin más, rodeado de otros hombrecillos grises, que, como yo, se afanaban en ser la sombra de los demás, para no dar un paso en falso.
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