domingo, julio 17, 2005

Wishes...

        Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.


        Pink Floyd .

2 Comments:

Blogger Roger said...

Siempre estuviste arisca; yo en el fondo soy bueno...
Y en el fondo también extraño a alguien y no sé a quién.

1:09 a. m.  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

bueno. yo debería decir en este caso algo así como: ejem, ejem.

cariños.

8:15 p. m.  

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