Anhelando una lluvia o algún viento que nos haga sentir vivos aunque sea por un momento en nuestro páramo. Al menos un pájaro que se pose en nuestras hojas y nos deleite unos minutos con su canción...
Tendrá alguna repercusión si un día nuestras raices abatidas dejan de mantenernos en pié? Hará alguna diferencia que ya no estemos, si no hay nadie allí para notar siquiera nuestra ausencia? Si un árbol cae y no hay nadie que lo escuche, hace ruido?
Blue Jays
Tonight I drink to you, for all the times we spent
and all the times we didn't get.
And I'll meet you again, blanketed in soil
fossilized in photographs.
Can't say it doesn't hurt the beating second hand
that tortures me, cause your not here
I'm too tired to eat, too tired to breathe
too tired to deal with all of these tragedies
but I'm too scared... I'm too scared to sleep
So smear the dark circles that cradled my eyes
I fool myself to keep livin' this mundane life
with the flushed pigment and these fractured smiles
I'm just buyin' my time, without you by my side
They say keep on movin', oh keep on movin' kid
but it's so hard movin', it's so hard movin' it aches
just keep on movin' oh keep on movin'
As the dead robins strung across the morning dew
the blue jays oh sing a sorrowful tune
I'll never stop missing you
I'll never stop loving you
