No sé si el tiempo es propio de nuestra conciencia, no sé si existe de verdad, no sé quién pueda comprobar si todo es una foto o vá al ritmo de un tic-tac (o vá al ritmo de un tic-tac). ¿Pero qué diferencia hay? Si de la conciencia no nos podemos librar. Esa guía innata y leal que vos bien sabés, no siempre podemos respetar. No siempre podemos.

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lunes, 14 de noviembre de 2011

Life is beautiful 
We love until we die 


 When you run into my arms, 
We steal a perfect moment.
 Let the monsters see you smile, 
Let them see you smiling.
 Do I hold you too tightly? 
When will the hurt kick in?

 Life is beautiful, but it's complicated. 
We barely make it.
 We don't need to understand, 
There are miracles, miracles. 


 Yeah, life is beautiful. 
Our hearts, they beat and break. 


When you run away from harm, 
Will you run back into my arms, 
Like you did when you were young? 
Will you come back to me? 
 I will hold you tightly
 When the hurting kicks in.


 Life is beautiful, but it's complicated,
 we barely make it. 
We don't need to understand, 
There are miracles, miracles. 


 Stand where you are. 
We let all these moments pass us by. 
 It's amazing where I'm standing, 
There's a lot that we can give. 
This is ours just for a moment. 
There's a lot that we can give.

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