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...

agosto 27, 2016

agosto 23, 2016

I wonder if you're lonesome tonight,
You know, someone said that the world's a stage, 
And each must play a part. 
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance.
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue.
Then, came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange,
And why I'll never know. 
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me,
And I had no cause to doubt you. 
But I'd rather go on hearing your lies,
Than go on living without you. 
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there 
With emptiness all around. 
And if you won't come back to me 
Then, make them bring the curtain down.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.