...this used to be home...far away...so close...

...llega un momento en que la vida deja de darte cosas...y empieza a quitártelas...

...pero ya no importa... todos esos recuerdos se perderán como lágrimas en la lluvia...

A man and A woman

Little sister
don't you worry about a thing today
Take the heat from the sun
Little sister
I know that everything is not ok
But you're like honey on my tongue

True love never can be rent
But only true love can keep beauty innocent
I could never take a chance
Of losing love to find romance
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman
No I could never take a chance
'Cause I could never understand
The mysterious distance Between a man and a woman

You can run from love
And if it's really love it will find you
Catch you by the heel
But you can't be numb for love
The only pain is to feel nothing at all

How can I hurt when I'm holding you?

I could never take a chance
Of losing love to find romance
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman

And you're the one, there's no-one else
You make me want to lose myself
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman

Brown eyed girl across the street
On rue Saint Divine
I thought this is the one for me
But she was already mine
You were already mine...

Little sister
I've been sleeping in the street again
Like a stray dog

Little sister
I've been trying to feel complete again
But you're gone and so is God

The soul needs beauty for a soul mate
When the soul wants...the soul waits ...

No I could never take a chance
Of losing love to find romance
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman

For love and sex and faith and fear
And all the things that keep us here
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman

How can I hurt when I'm holding you?


Bono

Wall-E

...excelente!!!

...advanced destiny...

...after years of doing what he was built for...
...he will discover what he was meant for....

...que pasa del 23 de enero al 21 de octubre...???

...pasan mil vidas...

mil años

mil sonrisas

mil lagrimas

mil guerras

mil promesas...



A thousand years, a thousand more,

A thousand times a million doors to eternity

I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times

An endless turning stairway climbs

To a tower of souls

If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,

The towers rise to numberless floors in space

I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,

A million names but only one truth to face

A million roads, a million fears

A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty

I could speak a million lies, a million songs,

A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time

But if there was a single truth, a single light

A single thought, a singular touch of grace

Then following this single point , this single flame,

The single haunted memory of your face

I still love you

I still want you

A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves

Like galaxies in my head

I may be numberless,

I may be innocent

I may know many things, I may be ignorant

Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands

Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands

I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times

Reborn as fortunes child to judge anothers crimes

Or wear this pilgrims cloak, or be a common thief

I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you

I still want you

A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves

Like galaxies in my head

On and on the mysteries unwind themselves

Eternities still unsaid

'til you love me....






(Sting)

...all I want is everything...

...you think the shadow of doubt is hanging over my head
it´s just an angel
whose wings hide the sun...

..and is myself I betray
I can not wish this away
took my chance now the damage is done...

Tunel del tiempo

...las imagenes mentales son a prueba del tiempo...jeje..bueno...al menos por cierto tiempo...mientras tienes vida, es decir tiempo. Un niño de 5 años pasó por aquí construyendo historias de la mano de sus figuras de plástico ...siempre tarzán...a veces montado en un león, a veces en una pantera, a veces en un búfalo cafre...pero siempre tarzán. Una y otra vez , año tras año....visitando este lugar de la mano de sus padres, entre peleas con sus hermanos...yendo de un lado a otro entre complicidad y competencia...la complicada vida de un niño que vive en dos mundos...que comparte su corazón con el hígado, un niño impulsivo y firme en sus enojos....a veces débil....siempre un niño, que huye de cosas que nadie sabe, un niño que sobrevive a los abismos en donde muchos mueren o se pudren en la más amarga de las soledades...un niño que guarda un amargo secreto...y una sed de perdón o venganza.
A veces recostado en el pasto miraba a través del tunel...y con las uñas tallaba los detalles faltantes, buscando la perfección del lugar, escenario de grandes batallas y amargas lagrimas. Tallando canalitos para que el agua alcanzara los brotes de moho que desde siempre le han significado vida...que la vida hace lo que quiere donde la lógica dice no.
Y tomó esa foto...como sabiendo que pronto dejaría de existir...como una muestra de que pasó por ahí, como si no confiara en la memoria, como si los recuerdos estuvieran cargados de veneno...el perdón no viene de uno...pero arrastra el alma como el viento a un papalote y te hace olvidar...y mirar el dolor alejarse como por la ventanilla del tren, el viento golpeando tu nuca, rasguñando tus cabellos y desprendiendo el dolor, diluyendolo en el aire.....ahora..hoy...todo eso es polvo.