Lasciate ogni speranza o voi ch'entrate

cuando nuestra mente nos juega trucos... nos puede llevar a lugares inesperados, olvidados, sumergidos en un océano mágico e infinito, y entonces somos capaces de respirar el aroma del recuerdo, sentir en la piel el sonido de los sueños, de la esperanza que existió, se puede sentir el resplandor de la belleza que encandila al que mira directamente.
A pocos dias de cumplir mi cuarto de siglo me pongo a pensar en lo que he construído, y en las decisiones que he tomado.
avanzo por la vida a pasos cortos pero seguros, y aunque me he visto enfrentado a decisiones que me atormentan, soy capaz de mirar adelante y también hacia atrás para aprender y no olvidar. porque mi océano es más grande de lo que imagino es que debo aprender a vivir conmigo mismo.
les dejo una canción que desenterré hace poco, que no escuchaba hace mucho y que me sumergió en un flashback de infinitos dos segundos. porque es bueno recordar para avanzar...



Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace

Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?

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