Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

noviembre 19, 2009



I can't see the meaning of this life I'm leading
I try to forget you as you forgot me
this time there is nothing left for you to take
this is goodbye
Summer is miles and miles away
and no one would ask me to stay
And I should contemplate this change
to ease the pain
and I should step out of the rain
turn away
At times the dark's fading slowly
but it never sustains
would someone watch over me
in my time of need?

Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.