3 jun 2008

...RaSgAdA...

I thought I saw a man brought to life He was warm He came around like he was dignified He showed me what it was to cry Well you couldn't be that man I adored You don't seem to know Seem to care what your heart is for But I don't know him anymore There's nothing where he used to lie My conversation has run dry That's what's going on Nothing's fine I'm torn I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn So I guess the fortune teller's right Should have seen just what was there And not some holy light Which crawled beneath my veins And now I don't care I had no luck I don't miss it all that much There's just so many things That I can touch I'm torn I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn Torn There's nothing where he used to lie My inspiration has run dry That's what's going on Nothing's right I'm torn I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn I'm all out of faith This is how I feel I'm cold and I'm ashamed Bound and broken on the floor You're a little late I'm already torn Torn...
Torn...es rasgada...trato d explikarte amor...asi es komo estoi...

En una eskina...mi korazon...


Entre solo y medio solo vaga ese korazòn...
tirado ahi en esa eskina...esperando y esperando, kizas eso ke nunka va a llegar...
lo deje alli tirado porke no keria seguir, y la vida t sigue empujando,el kuerpo resiste....pero el se kiso kedar....
s sento solito y mmiro, m dio su ultima sonrisa...s despidio x ultima vez, y m dijo muiii despacito y al oido:..."hasta aki llegue!"...
lo mire desvanecerse...lo deje solo y korri...korri lejos, mas ke lejos...y acelere, mientras lo miraba desde lejos...lo miraba x ultima vez...
en una eskina mi korazon...en la otra la esperanza de poder volver a sentir eso otra vez, yo no apuesto a ke alguno gane...en una eskina mi korazon...a media luz d mis palabras, a 100o kms d enkontrar su lugar...
en esa eskina...a penas le da la luz...es ke n kiere ver...x ahora...kree poder volver a ser...
inherente al kaso...n s puede despegar d la idea d enkontrarte...siente ke estas cerka...ke puedo volver a kerer...pero lo olvide en esa eskina...a la vuelta d esta pagina d mi vida...
perdon si n t lo avise...