De qué se trataba todo esto?
vos?... ahh si! si si si... como andas?
me alegro.
(Ahora solo me queda el peso de mi cuerpo... que es demasiado)
Acá estoy!
Si tan solo pudieras verme... aunque sea como una especie de borrón de lo que tenes en frente...
No es tu vista, no son tus ojos, no sos vos... soy yo... (hola!)
Daria todo.
(Quizás todo esto deberia ponerlo en otra mochila...por ahora me resutaria una idea agradable, una idea muy feliz la cual tendría metida en un frasquito y la sacara a pasear cuando la tristeza me invada.)
(y mas alla del cuerpo? que te trae el alma?)
Confusión... planteada como si fuera un libro de "elíje tu propia aventura" y yo solo quisiera hojear el libro completo y quedarme con el final felíz... debe haber uno.
(Tengo sueño... me puedo ir a dormir con vos? Quien te dice.. quizas nos mezclemos en un solo sueño, uno de esos lindos... o quizas alguno de esos de miedo que terminan antes de que malo suceda, pero juntos.)
Mientras que el coraje no me tome por completo, y de por perdido lo perdido (o por ganado lo perdido... o por perdido lo ganado) seguire muerto en vida... errante... la tristeza de reirá nerviosa, el vacio se saturará, y hasta lo intangible será pesado.
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
We’ll miss him.
We’re gonna miss him
So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren’t afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don’t cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We’ll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We’ll miss him.
We’re gonna miss him
No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.
But it was so loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and i
Swallowed his facade cuz I’m so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.
Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don’t you lie.
Don’t you step out of line.
Don’t you lie.
You’ve claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?
You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.
Come down.
Get off your cross.
We need the space to nail the next fool martyr.
To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies. [sic]
Goodbye..
Que duermas bien...
