“Niña, adolescente, los libros me salvaron de la desesperación; eso me ha persuadido de que la cultura es el más alto de los valores, y no logro considerar esta convicción con mirada crítica.”

sábado, 28 de febrero de 2009

somewhere...

I walked across

an empty land

I knew the pathway

like the back of my hand



I felt the earth

beneath my feet

Sat by the river

and it made me

complete



Oh

simple thing

where have you gone ?

I'm getting old

and I need something to rely on...



So tell me when

you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired

and I need somewhere to begin...



I came across

a fallen tree

I felt the branches

of it looking at me



Is this the place

we used to love?

Is this the place

that I've been dreaming of?



Oh simple thing

where have you gone ?

I'm getting old

and I need something to rely on...



So tell me when

you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired

and I need somewhere to begin...



And if you have a minute why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Somewhere only we know?



Oh simple thing where have you gone

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on



So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin



And if you have a minute

why don't we go ?

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Somewhere only we know?



This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Somewhere only we know?

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