tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80047606165316628892012-02-16T00:58:18.571-06:00Un palpitar y una flor @Rockifresalizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-34179687777249201062011-07-29T17:11:00.003-05:002011-07-29T17:16:18.557-05:00Tus labios fueron el par para mis suspiros,<br />tus manos el de mis quejidos,<br />y tus ojos son el par para mi espejo mas febril...<br /><br />Ahora miro al cielo perdiendo tierra<br />Cuando me quema más tu silencio,<br />que tus desvaríos de clara ironía...<br /><br />Ni el helado viento logra agitar las ramas<br />de las letras que aún dedico sólo para ti,<br />Pues son tuyos los ecos más profundos de mi alma...<br /><br />Hoy la ansiedad es mi penitencia<br />por dejar que tu caricia consumiera mi paz...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-3417968777724920106?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-17814692546578150092010-12-08T22:37:00.009-06:002010-12-08T23:44:01.050-06:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ella dormía en su sombra escondida,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">El la soñaba para amarla en un cuento que solo el entendía...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Despiertos con ojos cegados de un ocaso sangrado,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Bajo la misma luna en un exilio sagrado...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Amanecían cantando con labios de sal, sin saber,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">que la noche trajo a la luna y caminaron en sus playas y mar...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dejaron que esa voz escurriera entre sus sueños,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">para que al despertar su amor fuera el rocío en su piel...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ese aire templado que acariciaba sus mejillas,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">les dio beso tan tierno como si hubiera nacido de un suspiro de luz...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Sus almas dibujaron otra ráfaga de luz y por ahí escaparon,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">iluminando el punto en donde latían muertos y se quitaron el velo...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Estaba todo en su memoria, lo que refleja el agua, lo que ilumina al arte,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">y doblaba lentamente las espinas del amar...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ya no pensaban, se salieron de si, se vieron a los ojos,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">en una religiosa magia enamorada que se fundía en la piel callada….</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Y al despertar, como estrellas, sus caricias estallaron dentro del pecho,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">y les dieron calor con solo un pensamiento, oliendo el perfume del recuerdo en la imaginación...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1781469254657815009?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-62201387780960569882010-11-12T18:04:00.002-06:002010-11-12T18:12:22.080-06:00Eres mar Amor<br />te abres paso en mi<br />floto en tu luz desde el cielo<br />que navega en las venas de mi memoria<br /><br />Eres mi arena de plata Amor<br />la que pone la luna en mi reloj<br />cuando detienes el tiempo<br />con solo una mirada<br /><br />Eres cauteloso Amor<br />cuando haces ríos en mis mejillas<br />que se derriten por ti<br />cada amanecer entre flores<br /><br />Eres humedad Amor<br />que necesitaba mi piel con desesperación<br />para sanar sus cuarteaduras<br />de un pasado tan salado<br /><br />Eres mi puerta Amor<br />para entrar en mi centro<br />y recoger cada ternura que nace<br />regalándote la mejor a ti<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-6220138778096056988?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-88327564461274626912010-11-06T00:03:00.001-06:002010-11-06T00:05:20.534-06:00Hoy el cielo me regreso el corazón<br />Solo para regalártelo a ti de nuevo<br />Al entregarle mi vida a este amor<br />En el que la luz insistió<br /><br />Solo quiero que bebas de este garrafon<br />Que te invadan los recuerdos<br />Que subas como una marea<br />Y que escuches mi canción<br /><br />Hoy esas penas y esa pasión en piedra<br />Duran poco como la humedad<br />Aquí solo dura mi locura desangrada<br />Y pasara una eternidad en la carrera del amor<br /><br />Si me devuelvas mi corazón<br />Me arrancas la vida sin morir<br />Tu tenias miedo a que yo no fuera<br />Y a mi me aterra que si seas tu<br /><br />Dime que es una vida sin ti?<br />Si son incontables en las que estuviste ahí<br />Que esta cita se consuma como vela<br />Para que llegue ya nuestra eternidad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8832756446127462691?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-12660291557783402412010-11-03T19:51:00.001-06:002010-11-03T19:51:54.628-06:00<div>A veces vuelvo amor mío</div> <div>y olvido el frío...</div> <div> </div> <div>A veces sonrío mi canción</div> <div>desesperada al sol...</div> <div> </div> <div>A veces solo te ansío</div> <div>y la calma se me hace río...</div> <div> </div> <div>A veces te encuentro </div> <div>acercandome desde adentro...</div> <div> </div> <div>A veces mi anzuelo</div> <div> <div>solo quiere que pises sin suelo...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1266029155778340241?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-27096086362466712472010-11-03T19:45:00.002-06:002010-11-03T19:46:57.489-06:00<div id=":10u" class="ii gt"><div id=":10t"><div>Mañanas de invierno</div> <div>que dejaron de sangrar</div> <div>en oros rojos </div> <div>su magia y veneno.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Aire sin oxido</div> <div>devorando en laberintos</div> <div>mis alientos lentos</div> <div>en tus besos.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Juego sagrado</div> <div>hipnotizando el fruto</div> <div>atado a otro tiempo</div> <div>sin penas ni noches.<br /><br /></div> <div> </div> <div>Muerdo una nueva</div> <div>fuerza en los labios</div> <div>conjuro sobre tu piel.</div> <div>su magia y veneno</div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2709608636246671247?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-82396322553289894622010-10-31T23:29:00.001-06:002010-10-31T23:31:05.140-06:00<span class="GBThreadMessageRow_Date"></span> <span class="GBThreadMessageRow_BranchLink"></span> <span class="GBThreadMessageRow_ReportLink"></span> <div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body"> <div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"> Te quiero dibujar<br />porque te quiero como al viento<br />dándome de respirar<br />protegiéndome del cuento.<br /><br />No quiero volver a soñar<br />si no estoy muerta<br />quiero abrir tu alma<br />de puerta en puerta<br /><br />Por amarte tanto<br />he dejado de respirar<br />Cuando mi realidad viaja<br />y mis brazos sienten desesperar<br /><br />Ahora que no soy ya<br />Lo mas cerca de mi<br />Se fue lejos de aqui<br />en sueños de alelí<br /><br />Te mueres si me amas<br />me matas por lo mismo<br />Hace mucho tiempo la luna me dijo<br />qué no ves que son lo mismo? </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8239632255328989462?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-25537943166898006582010-10-12T16:13:00.003-05:002010-10-12T16:18:13.188-05:00Aquí el silencio tortura en palabras<br />Quizá si te amara al pasar por tu vida<br />Sentirías clemencia por aquellos dolores sin luz<br />Y así tan solo vacunarnos en amnesia<br />Que estamos muertos y que llegamos juntos a vivir sin sol<br />Porque un día lo buscamos y lo alejamos y al siguiente lo robamos<br />Echamos de menos todo eso que ni en recuerdos existe<br />Promesas de unos brazos sin aliento queriendo con locura construir<br />Escritas las sentencias que nos hacen rendir el corazón<br />Y así, tan solo cruzando el camino abierto a la luz<br />Amor que nos cubra y levante el pensamiento nuevamente al sol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2553794316689800658?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-89674213064200290442010-10-12T15:28:00.002-05:002010-10-12T15:37:18.787-05:00Recuerdos...<br />Vagos de aliento que amé<br />Esos que gastan en olvido<br />Libertades hechas cliché<br /><br />Recuerdos...<br />Sueños de noches heridas<br />Extremos estrenos en volcán<br />Vibrando en mil vidas<br /><br />Recuerdos...<br />Jaque mate de felicidad<br />Caricias sin fin que renuncian<br />A llenar mi seca ansiedad<br /><br />Recuerdos...<br />Prometiendo no morir<br />Una vez más al pasar<br />Retumbando cual grito al vivir<br /><br />Recuerdos...<br />Comprender que esos muñecos<br />Lejos de recuerdos<br />Son solo chuecos,<br />Ecos,<br />Huecos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8967421306420029044?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-42553138842075151842010-09-01T23:05:00.003-05:002010-09-01T23:19:58.613-05:00Un huracán<br />conmoviendo mis cimientos<br />Siento tu sangre en mi pecho<br />y abres mi herida<br /><br />Navego en tu ego<br />mi único antídoto<br />Soledad de hierro<br />que arde en tu mirada<br /><br />Apártate de mi luz<br />He zarpado entre espinas<br />La consecuencia<br />Quédate hasta sin mis cenizas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-4255313884207515184?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-32615677024572759312009-05-29T01:48:00.002-05:002009-05-29T01:55:35.481-05:00Ha sido un caos<br />de pensamientos hirviendo<br />llevandome al sol<br />en un enfermo carrusel<br /><br />Me creerias si dijera<br />es cierto, estoy cansada<br />colgada de un momento<br />perdiendo el sueño<br /><br />Ideas que vuelan<br />por debajo de mis pies<br />sentir que pertenezco<br />si escucho un respirar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-3261567702457275931?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-2976728477941329722009-02-24T23:08:00.003-06:002009-02-25T20:04:39.503-06:00No te quedes sin labios<br />regálame siempre esa miel<br />hasta que salga mi luz<br />de este cuerpo sin piel<br /><br />No te quedes sin ojos<br />cántame con ellos como ayer<br />que no se que haría yo<br />sin tanto encandecer<br /><br />No te quedes sin manos<br />toma la mía si comprendes<br />hasta que el sol invisible<br />queme mi alma si quieres<br /><br />Pero quédate sin palabras<br />cuando todo acabe<br />que esa palabra es tan corta<br />y es tan largo el olvido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-297672847794132972?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-76149455747771146202009-02-24T22:19:00.004-06:002009-02-24T23:06:17.852-06:00Fui destino sin rostro<br />caminando en piedra<br />ansiaba tu mirada<br />tan brillante y serena<br /><br />Olí tu veneno<br />y recordé esos cuchillos<br />como solo lo sabe<br />quien lo haya antes probado<br /><br />Entonces quedaron<br />los vientos mareados<br />Como corriendo a la meta<br />con los pasos contados<br /><br />Sujete bien mi armadura<br />y tu te quedaste ahí<br />resbalando a medias<br />como una lagrima rota<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7614945574777114620?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-76835461681305543162008-12-28T03:37:00.002-06:002008-12-28T03:45:15.101-06:00Ven y quemame <br />Sonrojame con cuerdas<br />Que en tus ojos<br />sonidos sobran<br /><br />Revela tu ansia<br />fotográfica y elaborada<br />pues solo queda<br />una memoria resistente al agua<br /><br />Recuerda ese color<br />Como si nunca<br />Hubiera querido ser<br />Un estuche mas, para ese eterno latir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7683546168130554316?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-39411974374065604302008-10-24T22:47:00.004-05:002008-10-24T23:00:51.254-05:00Again<br />the cat got out<br />again<br />a little sore<br /><br />Crapy blame<br />was always<br />your best<br />game<br /><br />Again<br />try to kill it<br />again<br />look away<br /><br />See<br />its not that hard<br />you<br />were always good at this<br /><br />Shame, shame<br />again and again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-3941197437406560430?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-80984601281739405812008-07-26T11:49:00.001-05:002008-07-26T11:51:31.387-05:00Caótico<br />como el jugo<br />de un mango mordido<br />escurriendo<br />por mi cuello<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8098460128173940581?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-13099222473005447712008-07-14T22:50:00.005-05:002008-07-14T23:19:38.856-05:00Me encontraste dibujando<br />con una pistola en mi mano<br />Creo que esa lagrima<br />en tu bota detuvo al mundo<br />y el bote de pintura<br />cayó al suelo cubriendo todo<br />borrando mis balas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1309922247300544771?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-23395781044781391162008-07-14T22:06:00.005-05:002008-07-14T22:47:26.468-05:00No prenderé la luz<br />dejaré que la noche<br />me deje sin sombras<br />No canto ni hago ruido<br />por esos viejos fuegos<br />que no puedo discernir<br />No me muevo ni respiro<br />dejaré que mi sed se calme<br />pesada y lenta como miel<br />La armadura a mis pies<br />ensayo de la vergüenza<br />que manifiesta mi resistencia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2339578104478139116?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-38447272699282377302008-07-03T22:15:00.002-05:002008-07-03T22:45:41.303-05:00Lancé esas palabras<br />sin paracaídas<br />amontoné mi locura<br />sin estrategia<br /><br />Cegaste mi sangre<br />con tus brazos<br />y colmaste mi razón<br />al mirarme<br /><br />Viajando al infinito<br />con el mentón en alto<br />los ojos cerrados<br />y alientos lentos<br /><br />Esa tibia melancolía<br />es mucho más que un eco<br />que yo solo creí<br />que solo yo conocía<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-3844727269928237730?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-22483642666159609752008-07-03T22:08:00.002-05:002008-07-03T22:11:32.209-05:00Viento gris escurrido<br />¿Porqué has querido<br />orillar tus aristas tan cerca?<br /><br />Hipnotizas con veneno<br />todo el aire<br />y te felicitas sin sonrojarte<br /><br />Preguntas lo mismo<br />una y otra vez<span style="">.</span><span style="">.</span><span style="">.</span><span style="">.<br /><br />Y yo,<br /><br /><br />Yo sigo sin saber</span><span style=""></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2248364266615960975?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-79905372460348895682008-07-03T21:42:00.002-05:002008-07-03T21:53:34.227-05:00En automático<br />noche bástame<span style="font-size:-1;">.</span><span style="font-size:-1;">.</span><span style="font-size:-1;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7990537246034889568?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-13936512023010606352007-12-18T13:21:00.000-06:002008-02-12T09:41:15.090-06:00Ese secuestro<br />de miradas<br />y caricias,<br />no es más<br />que un globo<br />volando<br />y rojo,<br />esperando explotar<br />y empaparte de recuerdos<br />para que nunca olvides<br />lo que creiste olvidar<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1393651202301060635?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-14891419680906628692007-12-12T00:33:00.000-06:002007-12-12T00:59:28.300-06:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Espejo nubloso al final de un callejón,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">si me miras así no me dejas otra,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">que seguir evitando tus ojos</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">.<br />Aunque <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">estén</span> solo en mi mente,<br />entre abierta y silenciosa, esperando<br />tu ataque, perseverante y <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">acidoso</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br />Porque lo que dejaste aquí de tu reflejo,<br />hace imposible refractar otra cosa</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Y nunca me ha gustado contemplar,<br />una tina llena de recuerdos flotando</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br />absurdos, y aunque el agua siga tibia,<br />ese caldo de ideas siempre sabrá a veneno</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">© Liza Lindmark</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1489141968090662869?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-52993418760298962892007-12-11T23:53:00.000-06:002007-12-12T00:05:20.308-06:00Un día como hoy<br />en que no dejo<br />de pensarte<br /><br />Ese color se queda aquí<br />abra o cierre los ojos<br /><br />En una almohada como esta<br />donde ese olor me azota<br /><br />Solo es un día<br />un día como hoy<br />donde tu sonrisa<br />se quedó<br /><br />Ese sonidito matutino<br />de una voz sin sueño<br /><br />Cosquillitas como plumas nuevas<br />en mi cuello salado<br /><br />Este es un día<br />donde lo que pienso<br />es solo para hoy<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5299341876029896289?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-64802299536366090222007-12-11T02:48:00.001-06:002007-12-11T02:58:40.037-06:00Blind<br />in an every day wish<br />unwind<br />like a very big fish<br /><br />Grow<br />flow<br />glow<br /><br />I just cant wait<br />come and lift my feet<br />Imagine ignition<br />smoke fiction<br />a perfect moment<br />and a perfect stranger<br /><br />between us<br />all this imagination<br />can carry centuries of blood<br />and careless anticipation<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-6480229953636609022?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-12493800661267799062007-12-11T02:31:00.000-06:002007-12-11T02:42:16.155-06:00Sumérjete<br />Báñate en azul<br />y vamos a nadar<br /><br />Atrévete<br />Condénate en blanco<br />y sigue tu papel<br /><br />Déjate<br />Corre hacia la luna llena<br />y deja aquí tu pena<br /><br />No preguntes más<br />ni pienses más,<br />si no es en estrenar<br />y resbalar aqui cerquita<br />englobando respiraciones y algo más...<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1249380066126779906?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-41487504269094964672007-12-11T02:23:00.000-06:002007-12-11T02:30:32.471-06:00Un momento<br />quiero ver las cosas como son<br /><br />Ni perfectas ni hechas jamón<br />solo en mi espacio, en este rincón<br /><br />Y si entiendes<br />y no caes al revés, trae contigo el sol<br /><br />Ahora te atreves<br />y sabes, me quieres como soy<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-4148750426909496467?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-6266448692986585492007-12-09T04:54:00.000-06:002007-12-11T02:23:27.186-06:00Una miradita guerrera<br />una risita flirteosa<br />una fracesita picante<br />y una mentecita perverza<br /><br />Un cocktail de frivolidad<br />agitado y coqueto<br />empapando la camisa<br />de un corazón vestido<br /><br />Quítate estas ropas<br />mojadas y heladas<br />que podría talvez<br />darte otra pulmonía<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-626644869298658549?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-56995384302738373802007-12-09T04:21:00.001-06:002007-12-11T02:23:03.709-06:00Quiero estar <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aquí</span><br />un ratito más aquí<br />aquí no importa nada<br />aquí no siento frío<br /><br />Siempre estando aquí<br />ni las sombras me alcanzan<br />ni sus sonrisas me rozan<br />aquí no raspa nada<br /><br />Y aunque entera<br />no esté ni aquí<br />Quiero secuestrarme<br />y contemplarte solo aquí<br /><br />© Liza Lindmar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5699538430273837380?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-28917880239649812112007-12-07T01:49:00.000-06:002007-12-07T02:05:17.428-06:00Supiste hacerme reir<br />sin etiqueta ni pena<br />solo una promesa<br /><br />Entreviendo una piel<br />esta mesa sin cena<br />expulsada y breve<br /><br />Traviesa travesía<br />cuando cala cada litro<br /> y termina lo potable<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2891788023964981211?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-48256048288651984682007-11-26T00:51:00.000-06:002007-12-07T02:10:49.520-06:00Azul encimado<br />otoño azorado<br />como en una burbuja<br />un corazón enlatado<br /><br />Cuna marfilada<br />blanca y afilada<br />como en un cuento<br />una luz alquilada<br /><br />Frío ocurrente<br />culpable y paciente<br />como en un embrujo<br />un cuadro sin mente<br /><br />Deliro pasmado<br />agudo y grabado<br />que en mi frente<br />sigue estando guardado<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-4825604828865198468?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-60370861051270137002007-11-16T00:04:00.000-06:002007-12-07T02:10:03.530-06:00Sin intento<br />ni aliento<br />detrás ahi voy<br />como un sufijo<br />tardío al final<br />de una palabra<br /><br />Atrapada<br />en un mueble<br />rojo carmín<br />con juicios a priori<br />y yo con frío y<br />sin calcetín<br /><br />Concitando afectos<br />y efectos abandonados<br />bajo la cabeza<br />para poder pensar<br />bajo esta noche<br />que llegó sin avisar<br /><br />Aclaro que barriendo<br />las colillas que quedaron<br />por fumarte mi alma<br />si bien, no limpo<br />al menos presentable<br />queda el piso<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-6037086105127013700?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-73627553964753364152007-10-15T11:41:00.001-05:002007-10-15T11:42:00.386-05:00Caminaré<br />hasta el lugar<br />donde el sol ya no está<br />y su sombra solo se huele<br /><br />Caminaré<br />con los labios encendidos<br />susurrando caminos<br />que existen en mi piel<br /><br />Caminaré<br />hasta ahí<br />con las manos ansiosas<br />y descalza<br /><br />Caminaré<br />y si ese "ahí" no existe<br />lo escribiré para ti<br />porque quiero que me acompañes<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7362755396475336415?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-55038220962812143232007-09-26T03:22:00.000-05:002007-09-28T14:04:00.028-05:00Una visita nocturna<br />consecuencia sin causa<br />anunciando un aguacero<br />ahumado con vapor y especias<br /><br />El sabor de siempre<br />dilatando mis pupilas<br />perfección hecha luz<br />sosegando el frío<br /><br />Cual esperado desafío<br />se escuchan sin cesar<br />expresiones sin sentido<br />que no se hacen esperar<br /><br />Gravedad hecha piel<br />aplastando sentidos<br />inventando galaxias<br />con un solo respirar<br /><br />Insondable universo guardado<br />en un mismo punto<br />entoxicando kilometros enteros<br />dosis adecuada en una cucharada<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5503822096281214323?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-28436204630636863342007-09-24T05:00:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:25:26.575-05:00Si no preguntaras<br />tal vez me verías<br />sentada en la sombra<br />de un gran roble<br /><br />El viento apacible<br />acariciando mi perfil<br />el que alguna vez<br />dejaste sin nombre<br /><br />Luna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dile</span> tu<br />como me llamo ahora<br />que otras caricias<br />me quitaron el hambre<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2843620463063686334?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-29611440795595583842007-09-18T03:22:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:25:59.427-05:00Dibujo de una cara<br />sin conciencia<br />sus rasgos filtrados<br />sin distinción entre colores<br />incompletos<br /><br />Un dibujo<br />eterno como los<br />pasos perdidos<br />de un fantasma<br />vagabundo<br /><br />Sin llave<br />para abrir sin mesura<br />el estuche<br />de un alma idealista<br />medio rota<br /><br />Lentamente aparecen<br />nuevas líneas<br />sombras <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">imprecisas</span><br />formando emociones incoherentes<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">afablemente</span> intensas<br /><br />La inercia<br />que impulsa el <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lápiz</span><br />se transforma<br />y ahora tiene motor propio<br />cuando es necesario<br /><br />Una incertidumbre<br />abarcando cada esquina<br />dibuja una ventana<br />que desde <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aquí</span> se ve<br />¿y si se abre?<br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2961144079559558384?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-12560509042286881722007-09-18T02:46:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:26:39.147-05:00Si sientes que me pierdo<br />no te apures<br />déjame<br />extrañame en silencio<br />Si sientes que me voy<br />no me llames<br />subiré y bajaré<br />gritare y respiraré<br />Si sientes que no puedes más<br />resiste<br />Al final del día<br />verás<br />que estoy ahí<br />que nunca me fuí<br />y me encontrarás<br />en el mismo lugar<br />donde suelo estar<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1256050904228688172?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-73097027757756219602007-09-18T01:43:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:28:51.699-05:00What do you think<br />might be inside<br />why wont you<br />believe there is<br />something to hide<br /><br />A lonely drop<br />of dew slides<br />between her breasts<br />tingly shivers<br />down her sides<br /><br />All sights<br />are as good as ever<br />yet her raven<br />recalls the insane<br />parts are here forever<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7309702775775621960?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-57067343941596415292007-09-17T01:32:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:29:20.534-05:00Unos ojos<br />entreabiertos<br />unos ecos<br />húmedos<br /><br />Una caricia<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fría</span><br />en el fondo<br />del mar que descansa<br /><br />Un decir<br />sin respiro<br />un vacío<br />inundado de certezas<br /><br />Entreviendo<br />el gran olvido<br />guardado<br />por la oscuridad<br /><br />Un entierro<br />que no se vela, ni se llora<br />que solo llegó y celebro<br />y no habría mejor día que hoy para ello<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5706734394159641529?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-54741404104095912072007-09-13T18:50:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:29:42.034-05:00In a salty face<br />two shinny glimpses<br />of life<br />burning inside<br /><br />In one moment<br />two breaths<br />become one<br />immersed in the gaze<br /><br />Creepy shivers<br />caressing every inch<br />without a human touch<br />your intense eyes<br /><br />Suspended and hypnotized<br />my body does not obey<br />do that one more time<br />its all i can say<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5474140410409591207?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-898316286108355342007-09-13T01:20:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:29:59.961-05:00En que momento sabemos si aprendimos?<br />Si las cosas que vivimos y nuestro pasado<br />nos han hecho tan fuertes que no sucederán de nuevo?<br />Que no será mas bien cuestión de que si suceden<br />ya no nos afecta tanto?<br />Pero entonces,<br />ya no estarías viviendo con toda la intensidad<br />con la que deberías no?<br />Mejor decir ingue su,<br />vívelo, sientelo, grita, sonrie, disfruta.<br />Pero a ver, atrevete?<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-89831628610835534?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-83564157733522636672007-09-13T00:57:00.001-05:002007-09-24T16:31:56.512-05:00Its all in my head<br />today<br />i wont leave my bed<br /><br />The wind is playing<br />my tune<br />my hips start swaying<br /><br />All that i know<br />tonight<br />came all in one blow<br /><br />If this is missing<br />you<br />or is it my mind teasing<br /><br />I wonder how it came<br />finally<br />such a hard beast to tame<br /><br />And now all this things<br />smiles<br />and such gave me wings<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8356415773352263667?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-86276624014792284302007-09-09T20:01:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:33:32.544-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4kM1jG1Vs/RuShNSnPFuI/AAAAAAAAACE/s6Pp-cv2R9E/s1600-h/gargolita.png"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4kM1jG1Vs/RuShNSnPFuI/AAAAAAAAACE/s6Pp-cv2R9E/s200/gargolita.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108385127051761378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Una palabra<br />que no se siente<br />la que nunca<br />escucha<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Garigoleada</span> por <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ahí</span><br />inquietamente quieta<br />respirando<br />y esperando morir<br /><br />Porque no tiene <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">raíces</span><br />y solo matices<br />porque no come<br />ni crece<br /><br />Gárgola de piedra<br />que con el tiempo<br />solo se pone<br />más gris<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8627662401479228430?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-78652292031343541842007-09-09T19:02:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:35:19.938-05:00Helium plane<br />fly away<br />little pain<br />bigger gain<br /><br />Inside your big tent<br />intoxicated brain<br />Helium plane<br />i feel so insane<br /><br />Wake me up<br />Helium plane<br />blow me up<br />again and again<br /><br />This world wont do<br />this life wont know<br />Im leaving the game<br />on my Helium plane<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7865229203134354184?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-58982344798011797372007-09-09T18:59:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:36:09.028-05:00Now that you know<br />all that you know<br />tell me can I<br />make it undone<br />gone<br />out of place and mind<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5898234479801179737?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-39239101494679981442007-09-09T01:29:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:36:34.643-05:00I wake up and lie here<br />motionless<br />I feel my chest breathing<br />but not beating<br />Something´s wrong<br />something´s missing<br />My heart´s gone<br />you took it<br />with all that kissing<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-3923910149467998144?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-20102135919789371232007-09-08T12:04:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:37:07.390-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4kM1jG1Vs/RuWaCCnPFvI/AAAAAAAAACM/0gIhwp4e8zo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4kM1jG1Vs/RuWaCCnPFvI/AAAAAAAAACM/0gIhwp4e8zo/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108658712173549298" border="0" /></a><br />One day<br />I got somewhere<br />without walking<br />The earth<br />was mushy<br /><br />I tried<br />to open my eyes<br />but my eyes<br />were gone<br /><br />I tried<br />to scream<br />but my mouth<br />was gone<br /><br />Darkness opened<br />like a black tree, blackened<br />The thirst for pain<br />the blobbing brain<br />it all came together<br />in a cloudless rain<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2010213591978937123?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-43023289902163426502007-09-01T12:00:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:37:40.689-05:00Y así pasaban<br />los días, fluyendo<br />al tiempo<br />puntuales<br />monótonos<br />sin un solo fallo.<br /><br />Sonrisas quietas<br />sentidos completos<br />esperando, yo<br />sin tener conciencia<br />de que esperaba.<br /><br />Arrastrando<br />sueños rotos<br />que con el paso de los días<br />se hacían más raros<br /><br />El tiempo<br />debilitando<br />las profundas roderas<br />que en mi ánimo<br />se podrían imprimir<br />en piedra<br /><br />Una luz interna,<br />su claridad y oscuridad<br />examinaban la mesmedad<br />de mis pasos<br />Sentía<br />hacia la inmensidad<br />del mar<br />un pánico instintivo.<br /><br />Y ahora<br />inesperadamente<br />en el fondo<br />y en el exterior<br />la emoción<br />deseable<br />por su misma imprecisión.<br /><br />Y poco a poco<br />se van quedando atrás<br />las percepciones de<br />los sentidos<br />que aunque distintas<br />contribuían a volver<br />la quietud en pérdida.<br /><br />Y la sombra que<br />determinada cruzaba<br />mi corazón<br />era alargada y fina<br />como espina que ahora<br />se decrementa,<br />sus aristas pungentes<br />desaparecen al mirarte.<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-4302328990216342650?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-22231480973319313412007-08-29T01:55:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:38:06.043-05:00If this ain't hell<br />if this is life<br />if this that's growing<br />its a sweet knife<br /><br />Amused<br />street lights glow<br />rain falls<br />and all i feel<br />i feel warmth<br /><br />Underneath happy devouring<br />taking up all cells<br />all the ice<br />that flows through my veins<br />so far away its here<br /><br />Bring me near<br />take me clear<br />no more games<br />just smiles<br />and no fear<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2223148097331931341?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-45719763274183532382007-08-28T00:07:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:38:32.907-05:00Too freaked out<br />thirsty as hell<br />double sided wall<br />id never tell<br /><br />Running tingle<br />up my spine<br />night is falling<br />taste the wine<br /><br />looking through the void<br />its all bruised<br />always brighter<br />on the side you choose<br /><br />I dont wanna loose...<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-4571976327418353238?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-13654726945774186902007-08-26T14:22:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:38:50.528-05:00Que es eso?<br />Algo invisible<br />que se siente<br />que no se describe<br />ni se entiende<br />Un no se que<br />que palpita<br />Y ojalá<br />no desaparezca....<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1365472694577418690?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-59893560554426297462007-08-25T15:36:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:39:09.611-05:00Aqui si quiero estar<br />en el saco perfumado<br />en las olas de colores<br />la cebada perfecta<br />la locura correcta<br />en lo extraño que eres<br />en lo rara que soy<br />y que asi me quieres<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5989356055442629746?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-80442249731270266012007-08-25T15:27:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:39:42.348-05:00I just<br />feel like dancing<br />two songs<br />incriminating and simple<br /><br />One<br />makes my heart stop,<br />makes my rhythms flow<br />Two<br />sweet and tender,<br />wouldn't smash it in the blender<br /><br />The new<br />screaming blood<br />smiling emotion<br />woke me up<br />gave me chills<br /><br />The old<br />reminds me<br />of another song<br />an older song<br />I don't want that song<br /><br />I just wanna dance<br />with my new song<br />is that alright?<br />My guilt,<br />my only sin.<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8044224973127026601?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-77267127860562162552007-08-23T02:05:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:40:04.948-05:00Right here<br />It just sinks<br />in and eye blink<br />you came<br /><br />Instead of blue<br />its violet<br />and the reason<br />you proclame<br /><br />Take me<br />with you<br />all that I am<br />is what makes you insane<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7726712786056216255?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-91164826482090985412007-08-15T02:01:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:41:05.170-05:00Pared déjame respirar<br />el brazo me cuelga<br />al azul sin mirar<br />porque hoy que llovió<br />me oprime, me pesa<br />el porton que se cerró<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-9116482648209098541?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-55142093004096969962007-08-13T14:01:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:41:32.023-05:00Whats that i feel?<br />its like a very hot chill<br />like feathers in my stomach<br />jumping around<br />making it impossible<br />to stand or sit still<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5514209300409696996?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-54165042620710961202007-08-13T13:44:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:41:57.742-05:00Ayer<br />fue como si el tiempo<br />no hubiera comido<br />ni dormido<br /><br />El viento trajo<br />sin <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">adiós</span> al anochecer<br />Mi vida sonrió ayer<br />y me la regalaste en domingo al parecer<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5416504262071096120?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-75349771634354106722007-08-06T00:50:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:42:27.935-05:00Que si los que tienen huevos<br />no tienen honor<br />Y los que tienen ideas<br />les faltan pantalones<br />Quien iba a decir que<br />si cortos o largos todos todiitos<br />son dañinos... (los tragos como dice la cancion...malpensados)<br />De cuando aca decir "ay que bonita alma tienes"...<br />es algo tan pinche sabio y valeroso?<br />Dios bendiga la pluma<br />con la que escribieron eso!!!!<br />Donde estan los de verdad o que..<br />yo ya me perdi o mas bien ya me encontre<br />y aqui no es donde quiero estar...<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7534977163435410672?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-87593288029577727822007-08-05T23:29:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:43:27.808-05:00My mind<br />was juxtaposed yesterday<br />between my heart<br />and the rainy night<br /><br />Oh sweet and toxic<br />Is that flavoured poison<br />Im smelling?<br />guiltless endevour maybe<br /><br />Flashes<br />like white fangs<br />that shined before<br />Entwined with my<br />here and now<br /><br />Like bright darkness<br />full and empty<br />blue turning me white<br />cleaning my dirt<br />my only sin<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8759328802957772782?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-68908477954598217132007-08-01T23:53:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:43:52.861-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4kM1jG1Vs/RrFk_B-v22I/AAAAAAAAAA0/60_sf6hEMgI/s1600-h/green_eye.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4kM1jG1Vs/RrFk_B-v22I/AAAAAAAAAA0/60_sf6hEMgI/s320/green_eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093963687558896482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yesterday<br />I opened my eyes<br />and saw you<br />for what you really were<br /><br />Today<br />I close my eyes<br />and see<br />whatever i want to see<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-6890847795459821713?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-53705120436479298562007-07-31T17:46:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:44:19.300-05:00Si cantar y cantar<br />y volar y volar<br />hojitas al mar<br />sin tanto llorar<br />pestañitas al viajar<br /><br />vienes?<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5370512043647929856?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-82967747158760773222007-07-31T14:50:00.001-05:002007-09-24T16:50:43.490-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4kM1jG1Vs/Rq-SqB-v20I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s2w7IyDAoao/s1600-h/RAYTRA37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YG4kM1jG1Vs/Rq-SqB-v20I/AAAAAAAAAAk/s2w7IyDAoao/s320/RAYTRA37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093450954363099970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Two</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">roofs</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">always</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">on</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">run</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">to</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">floors</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">just</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">for</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">fun</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Inside</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">taste</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">wine</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">oustside</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">taste</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">salt</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">You</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">move</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">you</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">sway</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">you</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">call</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><br />and I</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">stay</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Is</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">it</span> real<br />are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">you</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">here</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">for</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">keeps</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">its</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">not</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">secret</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">you</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">give</span> me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">creeps</span><br /><br />Be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">it</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Swallow</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">all</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">this</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">darkness<br /></span>wish <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">it</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">make</span> me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">whole</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">again</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">Smiling</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">eyes</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">they</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">looked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">for</span> me<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">well</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">im right</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">here</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">and</span> so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">you</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">better</span> be<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8296774715876077322?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-13039957639613229572007-07-30T20:17:00.000-05:002007-09-24T16:51:06.874-05:00<div style="text-align: left;">En el fuego<br />se quedo<br />Tu sonrisa<br />quieta<br /><br />Tu magia me estremece<br />tu voz<br />que <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">enardece</span><br /><br />Luego abro los ojos<br />y la calma<br />regresa<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1303995763961322957?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-90632528603205425932007-07-30T16:57:00.000-05:002007-10-24T23:14:25.492-05:00Like dark clouds you left moist sorrow around me<br />Just breathing at times my heart seams to float.<br />Not the same,<br />but not worse.<br />Lilac scents are just a dream now<br />Pondering till they come and take me too.<br />The right thing,<br />the right time,<br />just in time.<br /><br />Boiling thoughts soothe me once more,<br />then bring me ice.<br />Not what I needed, not what I wanted,<br />just a marshmallow of what I thought was for me.<br />All was lost<br />between here and there<br />Hard addiction taking place.<br /><br />My red inside no longer recalls<br />the leaves swaying in your wind.<br />The tingly spice is gone,<br />Still, I cant find a better way<br />to fly.... yet.<br /><br />Time to let go,<br />if only.<br />An eternal geyser of bubbly memories<br />comes out when you least expect it.<br />To see you in your sleep again<br />would be my time<br />to say goodbye to you<br />and every inch that i used to love<br />Lets say goodbye, head to toe<br /><br /><br />© Liza Lindmark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-9063252860320542593?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03207025320923584376noreply@blogger.com0