Ave Fenix.

Es esa sensacion de entrega cuando algo nos importa, porque nada te hace mas feliz que trabajar y esforzarte con una gran y gigante sonrisa de felicidad, pensando que vas a alcanzarlo. No importa. La verdad es que nada de eso importa. Llegar o no llegar. Lo importante es encontrar algo o alguien por lo que valga la pena dejarse consumir. Y es naturaleza del ser humano, luego de ser quemado y de estar vacío; testarudo y caprichoso volver a intentarlo. Renacer de sus cenizas. Ave Fenix.

martes, 25 de mayo de 2010

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My hands, they were strong but my knees were far too weak to stand in your arms without falling to your feet. But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew. All the thigs you said they were never true, never true and the games you playes you win, always win, always win. But I set fire to the rain, watched pour as I touched your face. Well it burn when I cried 'cause I heard it screaming out your name. Sometimes I wake up by the door, the heart you caught must be waiting for you. Even now when we are already over, I can't help myself from looking for you.