The more I learn, the more I see, the less the world impassions me. The hungry heart, the roving eye, have come to rest, do not apply. The frantic chase, the crazy ride. The thrill has gone, I step aside. The more I want, the more I steal. The more I hold, the less is real. All worldly things I follow blind, in hope not faith was paid in kind. The line is drawn, the change is made. I come to you, I'm not afraid. I'd believe in anything were it not for you. Showing me by just existing only this is true. I love you, I love you without question, I love you.
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...
septiembre 28, 2010
Without question
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.