domingo, 1 de agosto de 2010

Tu espíritu es el plumero de cualquier tela de araña. Detrás de cada línea de llegada, hay una de partida. Detrás de cada logro, hay otro desafío. Mientras estés vivo, siéntete vivo. Si extrañas lo que hacías vuelve a hacerlo. No vivas de fotos amarillas... Sigue aunque todos esperen que abandones. No dejes que se oxide el hierro que hay en tí. Haz que en vez de lástima, te tengan respeto. Cuando por los años no puedas correr, trota. Cuando no puedas trotar, camina. Cuando no puedas caminar, usa el bastón.

¡Pero nunca te detengas!
Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late