"HER DIARY" (SECOND) EN LA BSO DE 'LA NOCHE DE LOS GIRASOLES' 04/09/06 Her diary, una de las mejores canciones del brillante último álbum de Second, Invisible, ha sido incluida en la banda sonora de 'La noche de los girasoles', filme dirigido por Jorge Sánchez-Cabezudo y protagonizado por Carmelo Gómez y Judith Diakhate, cuyo estreno nacional tuvo lugar el pasado 25 de agosto. La canción, que dibuja la nostalgia de lo perdido en el lienzo de una bellísima melodía, encaja de modo brillante en una película que pretende -y consigue- mostrar el horror de un modo concreto y doliente, alejado por tanto de la abstracción que acaba suponiendo la cotidianeidad de los informativos. Un debut más que prometedor de Jorge Sánchez-Cabezudo. Aquí tienes la letra completa de la canción: HER DIARY (Second) She writes down her lines There aren’t many words about me. Could be thinking these days of A different space, as she said. Pages, pages on the floor. Writing lyrics close to her. She writes down her lines There aren’t many words about me. Could be thinking these days of A different space, as she said. Pages, pages on the floor. Writing lyrics close to her. Like a secret in her past Normal feelings coming back She didn’t need too many things Something to hold. Something to write And I dont need an explanation When it began was easy to stay If I look back, there's nothing unfair And I don’t need an explanation at all And now the painted sun Is not our common background And now the stars on the wall They aren’t shining for me anymore Pages pages on the floor Writing lyrics close to her. Like a secret in her past Normal feelings coming back She didn’t need too many things Something to hold. Something to write And I dont need an explanation When it began was easy to stay If I look back there's nothing unfair And I don’t need an explanation I can't think with clarity Figures looking blurred to me I am starting to be sick of trying . Her diary has other friends Her diary has other songs Her diary is not the same as mine She didn’t need too many things Something to hold. Something to write And I dont need an explanation When it began was easy to stay If I look back there's nothing unfair And I don’t need an explanation I can't think with clarity Figures looking blurred to me I am starting to be sick of trying