tercer intento

He intentado escribir 3 veces y las 3 veces todo se borró por culpa de mi ordenador. Al final el mensaje solo tenia una intención... intentar jugar con el tiempo, estirarlo, retorcerlo y que fuera como una bola de plastilina. Al final el valor de un minuto es ese, un minuto... un todo. Cada vez que soplo las velas, me doy cuenta que mas vale pronto que nunca.

Y para acabar, lo mejor del texto de hoy, es la cancion. Una banda que me marcó, The Waterboys...

Hold me!
before I go under.
Hear me!
before I drown.
Sharpen!
your sense of wonder.
Listen!
to what I've found.

Here we are again,
two old lovers,
two old friends,
just when you need them.

A devil was standing on my shoes
somehow I know how to defeat him
since I tumbled into you.

You taught me love and pain,
and the unsung King or Ireland
says the same thing,
wherever you find it.

(the whole world wide over)

The same thing from the same old cause.
The same thing - I cannot define it.
It is the same thing and it always was.

It struck me sad and strange,
all that ever stays the same
is change...

...and I dreamed I wandered
wayward as a restless wave.
Spanning from here to yonder
most spectacularly saved.

Dream and life entwined,
the old day cracks and crumbles
and it's

Fine!
to be in your company.
Funny!
to be in your day.
A miracle!
just to be with you.
Glad!
to be going your way.

Were these unfolding plans
designed and drawn by mortal hands?
Never in a life of Sundays
would I have seen me here.

Modo: cansado
Suena ahora: el camión de la basura
Me encantaria que sonara: The Cure "Inbetween Days"