BUENOS HUMOS

Apagamos la luz y prendimos una barrita de incienso, eso bastó para hacer al humo danzar. Un foco lo iluminaba y descubría la voluptuosidad de sus movimientos mientras nuestra mirada seguía complacida las inciertas líneas de su camino. Flotaba siempre un poco más allá, se perdía un instante después, y quise acercarme. Acaricié sus contornos a la vez que se colaba entre mis dedos, estuvimos jugando otro rato más hasta que finalmente, desapareció. Justo antes de hacerlo dejó escapar un chaspido diminuto y me pareció escuchar que decía: you are leaving so soon...







"You must think I'm a fool
So prosaic and awkward and all
D'you think you've got me down?
D'you think I've never been out of this town?

Do I seem too eager to please to you now?
You don't know me at all
I can't turn it on, turn it off like you now
I'm not like you now

Now you're here
I bet you're wishing you could disappear
I'm trying to be kind
I get the feeling you're just killing time

You look down on me
Don't you look down on me now
You don't know me at all
A slap in the face
In the face for you now
Just might do now

You're leaving so soon
Never had a chance to bloom
But you were so quick
To change your tune
Don't look back
If I'm a weight around your neck
Cos if you don't need me
I don't need you

Leaving so soon, soon
Leaving, leaving so, soon

You're leaving so soon
Never had a chance to bloom
But you were so quick
To change your tune
Don't look back
If I'm a weight around your neck
Cos if you don't need me
Then I don't need you"
Keane. Leaving so soon