Doscientos años de Independencia, Cien años de Revolución y Tres años de...
¿De que?
Aun no hay respuesta para esa pregunta.
Desafortunadamente para las tres opciones la única palabra que me viene a la mente es "farsa".
Hubo tantas cosas bellas durante todo ese tiempo que no puedo creer que sean nubladas por un recuerdo de traición y deslealtad. Es triste, ciertamente injusto, tanto para mi como para el recuerdo de todo lo bueno que hay detrás. Es todo lo que mi mente logra aterrizar por el momento.
Ojala algún día pueda decir algo a esa aseveración que evocas como si de pedir la hora se tratara...
Ojala algún día pueda considerar que lo mereces.
Se que así será.
Aun no...
Light Years
Pearl Jam
I've used hammers made of wood
I have played games with pieces and rules
I have deciphered tricks at the bar
But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why
I've come with riddles, and jokes about war
I figured out numbers and what they're for
I've understood feelin's and I've understood words
But how could you be taken away?
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected, now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
With every breath, awakened regrets
Back pages and days that only could've been spent
Together, but we were, miles apart
Every inch between us becomes light years now
No time to be void, or save up on life
Oh, you gotta spend it all
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, you seem to like it here
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars.
Es triste que la sinceridad y honestidad lleguen a ofender o que hagan pensar que son un ataque o un reproche.
Es triste pensar que la capacidad de comunicarnos se vea mermada por mis principios y valores, los cuales entiendo perfectamente que no compartes y que no entiendes del todo.
Es triste ya no estar a tu lado...
