Ahora lo leo, casi dos años después, y me doy cuenta del círculo vicioso (frase de la temporada, no os desesperéis) en que me encuentro. O sea, yo puedo decir que lo acabo de escribir y sería creíble por lo actual, perenne y pa-siempre del asunto.
Le hago un mínimo cambio: En la entrada original, sólo puse un extracto de la canción; ahora la copio entera.
My gift to you
"I gave thee what could not be heard,
What had not been given before:
The beat of my heart I gave!"
[Edith M. Thomas]
... but you were so deaf that you couldn't hear it, so insensitive that you couldn't feel it.
You were too busy being arrogant, self-centered, reckless... just plain cruel.
And I literally and metaphorically put your hand on my heart so you could feel its beat, but you could only hear "va-voom, va-voom"... you were too coldhearted and thickskinned to hear it whispering your name... because my heart beats for you and it skips a beat when you hurt me.
They say "love unspoken is the loudest sound of all", but they never met you. They never thought there would be someone who would actually cover up his ears to the music of love.
This is an excerpt of one of the most beautiful songs ever, "Insensitive", by Jann Arden. Enjoy it, 'cause she wrote it thinking of someone like you:
Insensitive (Jann Arden)
«How do you cool your lips, after a summer's kiss
How do you rid the sweat, after the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes, from the romantic glare
How do you block the sound of a voice
You'd know anywhere
Oh, I really should've known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes, your casual goodbyes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face that told me
Maybe you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive, insensitive, insensitive
How do you numb your skin, after the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood, after the body rush
How do you free your soul, after you've found a friend
How do you teach your heart it's a crime to fall in love again
Oh, you probably won't remember me
It's probably ancient history
I'm one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
I'm out of vogue, I'm out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have, some advice to give
On how to be insensitive
Oh, I really should've known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes, the casual goodbyes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face that told me
Maybe you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive.»
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