El tiempo pasa incluso aunque parezca imposible, incluso a pesar de que cada movimiento de la manecilla del reloj duela como el latido de la sangre al palpitar detrás de un cardenal. El tiempo transcurre de forma desigual, con saltos extraños y treguas insoportables, pero pasar, pasa. Incluso para mí.

I miss you, I miss being overwhelmed by you, and I need rescue. I think I'm fading away, but I keep thinking that you'll wake me up with a whisper in my ear. I keep hoping that you'll sneak in my room ...I miss you, I miss talking all night long with you, and I need this to find a way to your home. My love can you hear me, have I been hoping loud enough, wishing hard enough. Can you see me when I'm asleep all alone – alone So I wait and I wait ,and I run myself in the same old circles. And I sit and I stare, and I run old scenes through my tired head, of the days that we laid on our backs and said forever ... Was that the best I'll ever be

“Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.”



Es que aveces te extraño.

Aveces soy tuya y aveces del viento.