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lunes, julio 26, 2010
Luka
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Suzanne Vega..
Juntos
Fuimos dos seres trashumantes
que en el tráfago de este mundo
mágicamente nos encontramos.
Casualmente y sin planearlo siquiera
nos fuimos fundiendo en la más profunda
de las complicidades,
en la más irracional de las carreras,
en la más temida de las aventuras.
Pero como todas las aventuras,
el final puede no ser el anhelado.
Sin embargo, como raras veces en la vida
tenemos la oportunidad de reescribir el final.
Reescribirlo de la manera que nos plazca,
de la manera que nos seduzca,
de la manera que nos convenza.
Lo trágico sería, que en esta nueva escritura
nos perdiéramos nuevamente
y escribiésemos finales diferentes...
No debemos olvidar lo que decía García Márquez
"Sólo las estirpes condenadas a cien años de soledad
no tendrán una segunda oportunidad sobre esta tierra"
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