Creo fielmente que cada etapa de nuestras vidas tiene su
propio ritmo y melodía. A veces sucede que escuchamos el ritmo en nuestros
píes, como el temblor que se aproxima, como una manada de ponis salvajes corriendo
por la pradera ( XD), pero la realidad es que ese ritmo está para mi en cada
parada del metro que recorro cada día y en las montañas que veo a lo lejos, en
las nubes que las arrasan y lloran a su paso y en las canciones que definen cada
etapa.
A veces cuando escucho canciones de otros momentos, esa
música me trae recuerdos, sentimientos que creía perdido, la misma angustia y
desesperación, la euforia perdida. Entre Gotye y su “you didn’t have to stoop so low” y Florence +
The Machine y su “regrets collect like old friends here to
relive your darkest moments”. Y justo ahora,
James Blunt amartilla mi alma con “I’m not calling for a second chance, I’m
screaming at the top of my voice…”
So while I'm turning in my sheets and once again I
cannot sleep,
walk out the door and up the street look at the stars beneath my feet.
Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.
walk out the door and up the street look at the stars beneath my feet.
Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.
Hello, hello. There is no place I cannot
go.
My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy, does it show?
I lose the track that loses me, so here I go.
My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy, does it show?
I lose the track that loses me, so here I go.
And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at
dead of night,
he said he’d seen my enemy, he said he looked just like me.
So I set out to cut myself and here I go
he said he’d seen my enemy, he said he looked just like me.
So I set out to cut myself and here I go
I'm not calling for a second chance, I'm
screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice, cos I'll just make the same mistake again,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice, cos I'll just make the same mistake again,
And maybe someday we will meet and maybe
talk and not just speak
Don't buy the promises 'cause there are no promises I keep,
and my reflection troubles me, so here I go
Don't buy the promises 'cause there are no promises I keep,
and my reflection troubles me, so here I go
I'm not calling for a second chance, I'm
screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice, cos I'll just make the same mistake again
Give me reason, but don't give me choice, cos I'll just make the same mistake again
So while I'm turning in my sheets and
once again, I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street look at the stars
look at the stars, falling down, and I wonder where, did I go wrong.
Walk out the door and up the street look at the stars
look at the stars, falling down, and I wonder where, did I go wrong.
