Quién no se ha empeñado en buscar una vida que sueña como perfecta. No tiene nada de malo… siempre y cuando sea real. El problema se da cuando la vida ideal es precisamente eso, ideal, y caemos en disfrazar la realidad, escondernos en fotos e historias y en esterilizar al corazón para que no dé mucho la lata.
Sin embargo, el corazón es demasiado caprichoso como para quedarse quieto. Y tarde o temprano vendrá con la pregunta sobre a qué estás entregando la vida…. qué es aquello que verdaderamente amamos.
Mumford & Sons, (Sigh No More)
How fickle my heart
And how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har
har har, har har
In these bodies we will live
In these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love
You invest your life
In these bodies we will live
In these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love
You invest your life
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
