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Jueves by La Oreja De Van Gogh
( K+, Romance / Tragedy, D. Morgan & P. Garcia, AU)
It was an ordinary day. Like any other. A week ago my car had broken down.
I remember that it was cold. I remember that day was foggy. I remember in the subway station there was a girl playing the guitar. And a six years old boy, that smiled as he saw me rush down the stairs.
But my clearest memory of that day, she is. My princess.
As I entered the subway, my eyes fell upon her.
I know she also became aware of my presence.
For a few seconds, she raised her gaze with mine. But she pulled it away quickly. My princess did not see me smile at her, as I sat across from her.
If I were more beautiful and a little bit more smart
If I were special, If I were a magazine girl
I'd have the courage of crossing the wagon
And ask you who you are?
Many bodies came and went among us. But my eyes were only for her.
Her blond hair fell delightfully on her shoulders, on her breasts. Sunlight gave her hair, golden sparkles.
She had beautiful brown eyes. Her look was sweet and timid...
She stood, nervously, running her hands through her caramel-colored skirt, while she waited for her stop, leaving me there, daydreaming about her.
From that day, each one of my mornings, I smiled at the mirror.
Day after day, morning after morning, she and me, facing each other.
Without speaking. Without saying a word. Without even giving us a smile.
Inexplicably, her presence made me happy.
I wake up an hour early, just to see her.
Sometimes I could not help yawning.
I saw her, as every day for two weeks, rising from her seat, before her subway stop.
She wore a pretty red skirt, embracing her curves
You sit in front of me and you don't imagine
That I wear for you my most pretty skirt
And seeing you yawn to the cristal
My pupils get flooded
One of those days, while sitting in front of her, as always, I admired her.
I admired her warm brown eyes. I admired her delicious lips, her brilliant hair. I admired her beautiful green dress, adorning her body.
She noticed my glance. I know she noticed it.
She raised her eyes, her pupils into mine.
In my life I known eyes brighter than hers.
She held my gaze for a moment, but her shyness overcame her.
She closed her eyes, bowing her head also.
Suddenly you look at me , I look you and you sigh
I close my eyes, you apart the view
I barely breath, I get little
And I start trembling
The next day I sat beside her, inches from her body.
I found that she smelled like fruits, sweet fruits
She was reading a book, absorbed in her task.
Unable to avoid it, I stretched my neck.
I wanted to read the pages that had her eyes captive.
I read in a whisper, she listen to me.'
The burning word of love
Will sound in your ears again;
Your heart will awaken, perhaps,
From its heavy sleep
But mule and engrossed and kneeling,
just as God is adored before his altar,
The way I loved you... Don't deveice yourself
You won't be loved like that again'
She looked at me puzzled, frowning, before that a small smile turned heads at the corners of her lips.
I grinned, making it clear that I was dying to know who she was.
But she went down of the subway, without saying goodbye
Again, nothing but silence between us
And that way the days pass, from Monday to Friday
Like the swallows of the Becquer poem
From station to station, opposite you and me
The silence goes and comes
Then one day it happened. As always, I caressed her with my eyes.
I smiled, not knowing if she was staring to me. She was doing it.
Her beautiful eyes were lost on my face. She stole me a whisper.
She lowered her eyes, blushing. I thought she was the loveliest woman in the world. That day, she did not leave in her daily stop. The subway continued its journey but she did not move from her seat.
Suddenly you look at me , I look you and you sigh
I close my eyes, you apart the view
I barely breath, I get little
And I start trembling
Unfortunately, came my daily stop.
I stood up, still looking for my princess, but she kept looking down, biting her lower lip gently, without looking at me.
When I was about to exit the subway, I heard her voice behind me.
Fragile, sweet, like I knew it would be "Derek?"
I never wondered how she knew my name
And then happens, my lips wake up
They pronoun your name stamming
I suppose you to think 'What a silly girl'
And I wanna die
I turned around to face her, with a big smile on my face.
But she seemed embarrassed and started to walk away from me.
However, I was quicker.
I held her waist from behind. I did not want to let her go.
Not for the world. A special connection does not happen every day.
I allowed my lips brush against her soft hair, my hands gently caressing the side of her waist.
"Do not go," I whispered "I do not even know your name and you do not know the crazy things I've done for you"
"Every morning I wake up an hour earlier than it should. Do you know why?" I asked, resting my chin on her shoulder"To take this subway that leaves me a little further from my work, but I can see you"
She smiled sweetly, turning to face me "Really?" she asked, with those lovely sparkle in her eyes
"Yeah ... that crazy, right?"
But time stops and you bring near saying
"I don't know you and I already missed you
Each morning I reject the direct
And I choose this train"
Her warm hand rose to caress my unshaven jaw. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her touch.
I do not think I have had a happier day in my life.
That Thursday, became the Thursday of my life.
That Thursday I hugged my princess.
That March 11, I laid my lips on her sweet lips.
And we are arriving, my life has changed
A special day, this eleventh March
You take my hand, we come to a tunner
That turns the light off
What happened between the tunnel entrance and tragedy, I remember vaguely. I'd rather not remember it.
Do not remember the fear, chaos, panic. All those dead bodies. Iron mixed with blood. All the darkness.
I noticed her hand trembling in the darkness, caressing my cheek.
Her touch was soft, delicate, full of love. "Derek ..." my princess whispered to me, as she returned to bring her lips to mine.
"I love you, princess," I answered, millimeters away from her mouth, her last breath brushing against my chin...
I find your face, thanks to my hands
I become brave and I kiss you in the lips
You say that you love me and I give you
The last breathe of my heart