Angeles negros juntan mis pedazos, gran parte se ha perdido y solo su imaginacion logra unir lo que quedo. Y esta quedando bueno. Por lo menos estoy mas comodo con este resultado, tan alejado de todo lo que fui y tan cercano de lo que alguna vez desee ser.
Sea como sea, son tus manos angel, tus manos y tus ojos, y tus pecas y tu pelo los que completan mi ser. Una vez mas, una mas. Pero esta tiene otro sabor, sabor al ocaso, a que si esta vez el sol deja de brillar ya no habra otro amanecer en los ojos de ninguna otra.
Home - Depeche Mode
Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down
Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
Well I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong
Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath
God send the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
On May 21 2007
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