Cigarettes and lies.

Pienso pienso y pienso. Nada positivo sale de ello.

Enciendo un cigarro. El humo se pierde. Los pensamientos se alborotan.
Sentada by my own. Quiero estar sola. La paz, las montañas.
Yo y mi cigarro. 
Cuando me di cuenta, ya estaba descorchando un vino.
Vino, cigarrillos y pensamientos.
Noche de cigarras y montañas. Solo yo y el humo que se esfuma.
Unas gotas empiezan a caer. Me mojan, no me molestan. 
La lluvia empieza a ser intensa. Es agradable.
Me imagino entre las olas.
Me levanto a caminar entre la lluvia. Me moja, me renueva.
Llovio toda la noche. Llovio todo el día.
El vino se acabo. Los cigarrillos se volvieron cenizas.
Mis pensamientos siguen intactos. Planifico.


Siempre algo sale positivo.
O al menos las mentiras hasta yo me las creí.



I think and think. Nothing positive comes out of it.
I light a cigarette. The smoke is lost. Thoughts fuss.
Sitting by my own. I want to be alone. Peace and mountains.
Me and my cigarette.
When I realized, was already uncorking a wine.
Wine, cigarettes and thoughts.
Night of cicadas and mountains. Just me... and the smoke is gone.
Drops begin to fall. I get wet, do not bother me.
The rain begins to be intense. It's nice.
I imagine the waves.
I get up to walk in the rain. I get wet, I get renewed.
It rained all night and then all day.
The wine is over. Cigarettes became ashes.
My thoughts are still intact. I Planned.

Whenever something goes positive.
Or at least I still believed  the lies.

Thom Yorke - Harrowdown Hill.

Link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8ybWaIvmaM&ob=av2e

xxxo

A.