Una persona a la que no le guardo nada de aprecio me dijo una vez “Te das cuenta que te haces viejo cuando se te muere la gente cercana”. El planteamiento era en base a que, cuando llegas a cierta edad, se empiezan a morir tus tíos, papás, hermanos y demás gente que creció contigo….
Two ravens in the old oak tree, one for you and one for me Bluebells in the late December, I see signs now all the time The last time we slept together, there was something that was not there You never wanted to alarm me but I’m the one that’s drowning now
I could sleep forever these days because in my dreams I see you again But this time fleshed out fuller face in your confirmation dress It was so like you to visit me to let me know you were ok It was so like you visit me, always worrying about someone else
At your funeral I was so upset, so upset, in your life you were larger than this statuesque
I see signs now all the time that your not dead your sleeping I believe in anything that brings you back home to me