jueves, 17 de mayo de 2007
85. Madurando
Johnny Cash
Hurt
I hurt myself today,
to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole,
the old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away,
but I remember everything.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
goes away in the end.
And you could have it all,
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns,
upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings disappear.
You are someone else.
I am still right here.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
goes away in the end.
And you could have it all,
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
If I could start again,
a million miles away.
I would keep myself.
I would find a way.
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2 comentarios:
Madurar, uhm, un término difícil y peliagudo. A mí me da que estamos ahí, en el límite. Hace unos días tenía la sensación de que algo importante iba a pasar, algo que iba a cambiar mi vida para siempre. ¿Será eso la madurez? Pero si no hay vuelta atrás, voy a pensármelo. Jeje.
Sólo empezamos a madurar cuando nos damos cuenta de que no somos inmortales
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