Los fantasmas del pasado, muchas veces, no lo son en realidad. A veces nos empeñamos en amarrar historias pasadas que parecen haber encallado de alguna manera en el alma y que, las mismas, tuvieron la capacidad de hundirnos al más profundo abismo porque con el tiempo olvidamos que apenas pudimos nadar. Idealizamos sin miramientos historias que, a Dios gracias, ya se escriben en pretérito.
Moby (Hotel)
Some things fall apart
Some things makes you hold
Something that you find
Are beyond your control
I love you and you’re beautiful
You write your own songs
But if the right part is leaving
Turned out to be wrong
If I could kiss you now
I’d kiss you now again and again
I don’t know where I begin
And where you end
Thought I fell in love the other day
With an old friend of mine
I was running kisses
Down every inch of the spine
We had the roof down
The sun came shining in
The black fact is…
that I was thinking of you
If I could kiss you now
I’d kiss you now again and again
I don’t know where I begin
And where you End
I slept in the sun the other day
I thought I was fine
Everything seemed perfect
Until I had you on my mind
I tried to love you
I did all that I could
I wish that the bad now
And finally turned into good
If I could kiss you now
I’d kiss you now again and again
I don’t know where I begin
And where you End
If I could kiss you now..
If I could kiss you now..
If I could kiss you now..
Oh where you end,
Is where I begin.
Oh where you end
Oh where you end
Oh where you end
