Suena José González y a pesar de los ratos turbios que hace un momento, impregnaban la madrugada, ahora está tranquila. La nostalgia se fue yendo con la luz de la mañana.
El aire suave entra por la ventana, y el canto de los pájaros le recuerdan que no hay nada que importe realmente...
Excepto, este momento presente.
Puede parece estúpido o simplemente un tópico, sin embargo, esos momentos existen y cada día resultan ser más esenciales, al menos para ella.
Más cuando se aproxima la fatídica fecha.
Pero no temas, ya no está sola: se tiene a ella misma y tú, estás en su esencia.
José González "Open book"
I feel just like an open book,
exposing myself in this neighborhood.
Talking to people as if I'd knew them well.
Thinking that everyone has come through different kinds of well.
Lately I found myself in doubt, ask myself what it's all about.
What am I doing here? What's this leading to? What's the point of all? I found you!
I've got promises to keep like a cannon would land upon my feet, each time I fall.
Every now and then in dreams by the river with no trees, leaves are yellow, red and brown, and I hear you whisper in my ear. Your love belongs to everyone.
I feel just like an open book, a couple of words, it's all it took.
In front of the bright white covers, still vacantly against my will, a drifting vessel in the storm. Pushed around, from shore to shore.
I know there's so much left to see.
I know I have so much left to give, but the memories remain, yet the scars don't feel the same. Filling page just one by one, in the warmth of other suns.
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