obsessed very

Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
get tickets for the dance
and I'll take you
Won't you tell your dad, "Get off my back"
Tell him what we said 'bout 'Paint It Black'
Rock 'n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you.
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If it's so, well, let me know
If it's "no", well, I can go
I won't make you

Big Star, Thirteen
nerea camacho in the pic

he deserved better bye bye big star

Los ausentes soplan grismente y la noche es densa. La noche tiene el color de los párpados del muerto.
Huyo toda la noche, encauzo la persecución y la fuga, canto un canto para mis males, pájaros negros sobre mortajas negras.
Grito mentalmente, el viento demente me desmiente, me confino, me alejo de la mano crispada, no quiero saber otra cosa que este clamor, este resolar en la noche, esta errancia, este no hallarse.

Toda la noche hago la noche.
Toda la noche me abandonas lentamente como el agua cae lentamente. Toda la noche escribo para buscar a quien me busca.
Palabra por palabra yo escribo la noche.

Alejandra Pizarnik, Sous la nuit
pic antoine d' agata