Bitter Sweet Symphony - The Verve

Este video siempre me gustó y no sé por qué.... será por eso de ir siempre para adelante?...

Se acumulan encaprichados los dibujos en mi cuaderno y como paredes descascardas de algún mal tiempo se va pasando el año....

Where the birds always sing

The world is neither fair nor unfair. The idea is just a way for us to understand. But the world is neither fair nor unfair. So one survives. The others die. And you always want a reason why.

But the world is neither just nor unjust. It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it. No, the world is neither just nor unjust. And though going young. So much undone. Is a tragedy for everyone.

It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing. No unseen sign or untold truth in anything...But living on in others, in memories and dreams. Is not enough... You want everything. Another world where the sun always shines. And the birds always sing. Always sing...

The world is neither fair nor unfair. The idea is just a way for us to understand. No the world is neither fair nor unfair. So some survive. And others die. And you always want a reason why. But the world is neither just nor unjus. tIt's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it. No, the world is neither just nor unjust. And though going young. So much undone. Is a tragedy for everyone. It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things. No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings. But living on in others, in memories and dreams. Is not enough. And it never is. You always want so much more than this...An endless sense of soul and an eternity of love. A sweet mother down below and a just father above. For living on in others, in memories and dreams. Is not enough. You want everything. Another world.

Where the birds always sing. Another world. Where the sun always shines. Another world...Where nothing ever dies...

Se nos perdió un gato!!! Ese fue el grito cuando nos dimos cuenta que a la familia se le había perdido uno de los suyos.

La mal parida llamada "Cafeina" siempre quizo irse, al parecer por los dichos de los gatos que ahora merodean nuestro jardín desde las medianeras. Dicen que era un anhelo que les había estado contando por el lapso de dos años desde el balcón de la antigua morada. "Algún día, a estos giles, los engatuzo un poco y me pianto..." es lo que cuentan que ella decía, los gatos que quedaron también sin su compañia. Trascendió que algunos de ellos saben donde está pero que tienen miedo de hablar.

La Familia desconsolada espera su llegada, sobre todo la madre, que entre sollozos murmura:"Cafeina, volvé que te perdonamos, te aseguro que tendrás un juicio justo...!".

Si alguien sabe de ella ruego información, no será un unicornio azul pero a la guacha la extrañamos... un poco.

Pd: Si en una semana no vuelve la cambiamos por otro gato... esto es por si estás leyendo INGRATA!!!

We only come out at night

We only come out at night, the days are much too bright. We only come out at night. And once again, you'll pretend to know me well, my friends. And once again, I'll pretend to know the way. Thru the empty space. Thru the secret places of the heart.

We only come out at night, the days are mush too bright. We only come out at night. I walk alone, I walk alone to find the way home. I'm on my own, I'm on my own to see the ways. That I can't help the days, you will make it home o.k.. I know you can, and you can.

We only come out at night, the days are much too bright. We only come out at night.

And once again, you'll pretend to know that. There's an end, that there's an end to this begin. It will help you sleep at night. It will make it seem that right is always right. Alright?.

We only come out at night

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