Es raro esto de tener muchas opciones de caminos para tomar. Es raro de repente tenerlo todo a la mano, pero lejos a la vez. Las viejas y nuevas ilusiones se alejan y se reemplazan por otras, algunas más sanas (mentalmente hablando) y otras definitivamente rayando en la locura. Creo que es momento de cerrar los ojos, y apretar el gatillo y dejar que el viento me mueva en alguna dirección antes que esa bala destroce mi vida.
Por ahora, esta canción, para ti... Phantom Agony de Epica:
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Por ahora, esta canción, para ti... Phantom Agony de Epica:
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[I. Impasse of Thoughts]
I can’t see you, I can’t hear you
Do you still exist?
I can’t feel you, I can’t touch you,
Do you exist?
The Phantom Agony
I can’t taste you, I can’t think of you,
Do we exist at all?
[II. Between hope and despair]
The future doesn’t pass
And the past won’t overtake the present
All that remains is an obsolete illusion
We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantom agony
Do we dream at night
Or do we share the same old fantasy?
I am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams
We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantom agony
Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
We’re all sadists
The age-old development of consciousness
Drives us away from the essence of life
We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
They fade away
What’s the point of life
And what’s the meaning if we all die in the end?
Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?
We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantom agony
Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
We’re all pessimists
The age-old development of consciousness
Drives us away from the essence of life
We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
They fade away
Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me
What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony
A te spiritus noster devoratur et nostra anima capitur
[III. Nevermore]
The lucidity of my mind has been revealed in new dreams
I am able to travel where my heart goes
In search of self-realisation
This is the way to escape from our agitation
And develop ourselves
Use your illusion and enter my dream...
I can’t see you, I can’t hear you
Do you still exist?
I can’t feel you, I can’t touch you,
Do you exist?
The Phantom Agony
I can’t taste you, I can’t think of you,
Do we exist at all?
[II. Between hope and despair]
The future doesn’t pass
And the past won’t overtake the present
All that remains is an obsolete illusion
We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantom agony
Do we dream at night
Or do we share the same old fantasy?
I am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams
We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantom agony
Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
We’re all sadists
The age-old development of consciousness
Drives us away from the essence of life
We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
They fade away
What’s the point of life
And what’s the meaning if we all die in the end?
Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?
We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantom agony
Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
We’re all pessimists
The age-old development of consciousness
Drives us away from the essence of life
We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
They fade away
Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me
What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony
A te spiritus noster devoratur et nostra anima capitur
[III. Nevermore]
The lucidity of my mind has been revealed in new dreams
I am able to travel where my heart goes
In search of self-realisation
This is the way to escape from our agitation
And develop ourselves
Use your illusion and enter my dream...
Un abrazo a todos y besos a las ellas... especialmente a la Naya, la Tama y la Paz...
La próxima vez prometo sincerarme un poco más con respecto a algo que me da vueltas hace rato... la Tríada del Pecado.
La próxima vez prometo sincerarme un poco más con respecto a algo que me da vueltas hace rato... la Tríada del Pecado.
2 comentarios:
A veces el viento es suficiente
otras... tu voluntad...
y poota ke erí voluntarioso wn!!!
por eso te quiero tanto!
Eres una maravilla de niño...
besitos de kolorez
Usted, caballero me ha caído en la gracia misma. Realmente fue un gusto tenerlo ahí en mis 18 celebrados a la luz de las... Ampolletas del Patio, pero se entiende el mensaje.
Tengo un serio problema con su Blog... Esto del CCS y el fondo fixed de un cierto ángel me perturba las letras y tengo que hacerle sus truquitos paa leerlo bien.
Pero no importa.
Buena canción ¿eh? Viva Caspost.
Saludos, señor. Lo agregaré a la mensajería instantánea.
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