Está bien que debas irte...
Published by Unknown under Diario on domingo, diciembre 27, 2009
Más allá que los sueños con jardineros nostálgicos, es tu recuerdo en esta realidad la que duele, la que tiene el sabor más amargo. Desde este lado de la realidad, puedo verte con los ojos despiertos y puedo volver a quererte una y otra vez, tantas veces como amaneceres, tanta veces como sea necesario.
Suena una alarma. Me despierto e interrumpo otro sueño con el camino escondido, el río y con la sombra del árbol, con tus manos cortando las rosas. Esa fue la última noche que te colaste en mis sueños, como si te hubiera perdido; sólo que, en realidad, tú me perdiste a mí.
Pero, está bien que debas irte. El teléfono seguirá sonando y nosotros seguiremos recordando lo mucho que amábamos platicar de aquello que amábamos y de aquellos a quienes amábamos.
You and I both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me? All things are gonna happen naturally. Oh, I'm taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side and I'm balancing the whole thing. Oh, but at often times those words get tangled up in a lines and the bright light turns to night. Oh, until the dawn it brings another day will sing about the magic that was you and me. Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of, and others just read of, others only dream of, of the love... of the love that I loved... See I'm all about them words, over numbers, unencumbered numbered words; hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words. More words than I'd ever heard, and I feel so alive. Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of, others just read of. And if you could see me now well i'm almost settled. You and I, You and I Not so little you and I anymore. And with this silence brings a moral story more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy. Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of. And if you could see me now, well, then I'm almost finally out of... I'm finally out of... Finally... Well I'm almost finally, finally... Well I am free... Oh, that's me. And it's okay if you had to go away Oh, just remember that telephones Well, they work out of both ways But if I never ever hear them ring, if nothing else I'll think the bells inside have finally found you someone else and that's okay, cause I'll remember everything you sang. Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of. And if you could see me now, you'll see I'm almost finally out of... Finally... You and I both loved what you and I spoke of, others all hope they get to read of us. Cause if they could see us now, they'd see how you and I both love what we do... Aren't we lucky... We're finally out... We're finally out... We're finally, fianlly out of words.
Jason Mraz
Suena una alarma. Me despierto e interrumpo otro sueño con el camino escondido, el río y con la sombra del árbol, con tus manos cortando las rosas. Esa fue la última noche que te colaste en mis sueños, como si te hubiera perdido; sólo que, en realidad, tú me perdiste a mí.
Pero, está bien que debas irte. El teléfono seguirá sonando y nosotros seguiremos recordando lo mucho que amábamos platicar de aquello que amábamos y de aquellos a quienes amábamos.
You and I both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me? All things are gonna happen naturally. Oh, I'm taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side and I'm balancing the whole thing. Oh, but at often times those words get tangled up in a lines and the bright light turns to night. Oh, until the dawn it brings another day will sing about the magic that was you and me. Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of, and others just read of, others only dream of, of the love... of the love that I loved... See I'm all about them words, over numbers, unencumbered numbered words; hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words. More words than I'd ever heard, and I feel so alive. Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of, others just read of. And if you could see me now well i'm almost settled. You and I, You and I Not so little you and I anymore. And with this silence brings a moral story more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy. Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of. And if you could see me now, well, then I'm almost finally out of... I'm finally out of... Finally... Well I'm almost finally, finally... Well I am free... Oh, that's me. And it's okay if you had to go away Oh, just remember that telephones Well, they work out of both ways But if I never ever hear them ring, if nothing else I'll think the bells inside have finally found you someone else and that's okay, cause I'll remember everything you sang. Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of. And if you could see me now, you'll see I'm almost finally out of... Finally... You and I both loved what you and I spoke of, others all hope they get to read of us. Cause if they could see us now, they'd see how you and I both love what we do... Aren't we lucky... We're finally out... We're finally out... We're finally, fianlly out of words.
Jason Mraz