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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jueves, 8 de marzo de 2012


Qué han hecho los demonios con la luz luminosa 
que una vez brilló en tus ojos?






O'Sister
What's wrong with your mind?
You used to be so strong and stable.

My sister
What made you fall from grace?
I'm sorry that I was not there to catch you.

What have the demons done?
What have the demons done?
With the luminous light, that once shined from your eyes.
What makes you feel so alone?
Is it the whispering ghost, that you fear the most?
But the blackness in your heart, it won't last foever
I know it's tearing you apart, but it's a storm you can weather.

O'Sister
Those lines etched in your hands, 
Their hardend and rough, like a road map of sorrow.

My sister
There is a sadness on your face.
You're like a motherless child, who's longing for comfort.

What's running through your veins, that's causing you such pain?
Does it have something to do, with the pills they gave to you?
What is eating at your soul?
Was it the whispering ghost that left you out in the cold?
But the blackness in your heart, won't last forever.
I know it's tearing you apart, but it's a storm you can weather.

O'Sister
My sister
O'Sister

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