domingo, 24 de agosto de 2014


My immortal - Evanescence

 
 
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

sábado, 23 de agosto de 2014

Travesía de...






 
Bajaba con prisa los desgastados escalones de piedra. Me preguntaba si alguien recordaría quién los construyó, o cuándo, o la simple existencia de algo anterior a aquella escalera, ¿qué habría antes que esta galería sombría que escondía en su seno otro mundo? No tenía tiempo para pararme a contemplar, como hacía en otras ocasiones, la enredadera verde crecer, con sus brillantes cardiacas hojas que se tornaba en su complementario alcanzando un rojo escarlata. Continué avanzando por el limitado pasillo que la maleza me dejaba, pues aunque todos los lugareños conocían en lugar, jamás te encontrarías a nadie allí o la mera prueba de su paso por la travesía. Reconozco que al avanzar con la luz del sol filtrándos entre la vegetación, con no más ruido que un grillo cantar, el olor de alguna rosa silvestre y la única compañía de mi sombra, no pude sino pensar que aquel lugar es un pequeño universo oculto.

lunes, 18 de agosto de 2014