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Conspiranoias: Tabaquismo

drj9 1 de septiembre de 2009 ,
El País, 12 de Agosto de 2009
http://www.elpais.com/articulo/sociedad/Necesitamos/algo/gente/muera/elpepusoc/20090812elpepusoc_9/Tes



en cada calada
la vida se escapa
por unos segundos más
¿acaso importan mucho?

en cada humareda exhalada
el cuerpo se relaja
y la mente se vacía
(si algo quedaba)
¿acaso importa mucho
lo que ibas a decir?

las manos que tiemblan
al sujetar la última cajetilla
el sudor por la frente resbala
lo ves recogiendo miedo
lo ves recogiendo ansiedad
con las yemas de las manos
lo sostienes hasta el final
tu mente entre sollozos,
te dice que
otro cigarro no te va matar
¿acaso importa mucho?
¿acaso importa a alguien?
¿ibas a decir algo?

creo que es mejor callar
has tentado mucho la suerte
que te quiere abandonar
a merced de un dulce descanso
y si tienes algo que decir
suelta el cigarro ya.
                              - drj9


Sí, Primer Ministre

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Editors - Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors

Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors
Pull the blindfold down
So your eyes can't see
Now run as fast as you can
Through this field of trees

Say goodbye to everyone you have ever known
You are not gonna see them ever again
I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands
Have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?

How can we wear our smiles
With our mouths wired shut
'Cause you stopped us from singing

I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands
Have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?

We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts left smashed on the floor
I can't believe you if I can't hear you
I can't believe you if I can't hear you

We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts smashed on the floor
We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts smashed on the floor

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?



The Editors - Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors (2007, And End has a Start)

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