Pictures of you

Estos días la melancolía se ha apoderado de muchos de mis más cercanas compañías. No sé si será el cambio al otoño, la vuelta al trabajo, o alguna mística generalizada en el ambiente. Pero de que hay melancolía, la hay. Mientras uno le dice Farewell and Goodbye al pasado que se demorona, otro reflexiona sobre su actitud suicida y su falta de motivación para la la vida. Mientras él se arrepiente una y mil veces por haberla cagado y por haberla dejado ir, yo aún no puedo librarme de las fotos colgadas en mi cuarto y de la comodidad de verte en mi cómoda todas las noches, abrazándote, con una erisipela del carajo y una sonrisa que en aquella época aún era sincera. Todavía no puedo quitar esas pictures of you porque es lo único que me queda (eso, 2 fotos tuyas de bebé, 3 películas que nunca devolví y un polo que lo siento, no devolveré porque aún duermo en él, aunque ya hace mucho dejo de oler a ti).
¿Cuando podré voltear esas pictures of you? Y me pregunto, ¿seguiré yo mirándote desde la pared? Jugando con Buzz Lightyear, sonriendo desde el sillón azul, brillando en la lámpara?

I've been looking so long
at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And I finally found all my courage
To let it all go
Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything
If only you'd thought of the right words
You could have held on to my heart
If only you'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you
(Mi propia versión de Pictures of You, de The Cure)