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No hay peor presencia que una ausencia. Lo malo de haber tenido una infancia feliz es que parece que el paraiso siempre estuviera atrás. Ese eterno pensamiento de que todo el pasado fue mejor se encapricha en acopañarme siempre. Probablemente dentro de unos años recuerde con nostalgia la etapa que me esta tocando vivir. Las indesiciones, las dudas, los cuestionamientos, las inseguridades y las soledades que hoy me acompañan (y hacen bailar al parpado de mi ojo derecho), probablemente sean usinas de una maquinaria que esten creando las nostalgias del futuro...
Time
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.

11 de marzo de 2007