El cuento de mi vida, la recta final.

Uno debe tener un límite de días hasta donde se puede volver atrás y empezar a comerse los días perdidos, para terminar con una deuda de mil y de allí en adelante vivirlos completos ».

Andrés Caicedo.

24 horas y no pasa nada. Miras alrededor, Tienes la sensación de que la próxima vez, se darán cuenta; así que mientes. Gritas, lloras y sientes. Suspiras con todas tus fuerzas para después susurrarle al mundo:- I'm Alive. Y que esa larga y patética espera, se vaya a la mierda.

'hear you me,

-There's no one in town I know You gave us some place to go.

I never said thank you for that. I thought I might get one more chance. What would you think of me now,so lucky, so strong, so proud? I never said thank you for that, now I'll never have a chance. May angels lead you in.

Hear you me my friends. On sleepless roads the sleepless go. May angels lead you in.

So what would you think of me now,so lucky, so strong, so proud? I never said thank you for that, now I'll never have a chance. May angels lead you in. Hear you me my friends.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go.

May angels lead you in. May angels lead you in. May angels lead you in.

And if you were with me tonight, I'd sing to you just one more time.

A song for a heart so big, god wouldn't let it live. May angels lead you in. Hear you me my friends. On sleepless roads the sleepless go. May angels lead you in. May angels lead you in. Hear you me my friends.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go.

May angels lead you in. May angels lead you in.

The sky was already mine.

I'm lying just to keep you here, You didn't know it.
That mercy & love that we been ask for will be in front of

us proclaiming for what we didn't saw.

Forget about it, and ask for something that we already had (the stupid situation ever), never mind, it took a long time to understand that it was all about control, fear, and try... to many trys to show myself how stronger I was, how far I could get, and how idiot could I be.

Almost caught in, but I claim victory.

Life was never what I tough I was, And I never think that I will lie you again.

Liar, Liar, Liar...

Such a shame, shame of myself, and the hardest part... I was getting colder and colder inside. For me was the longest winter ever. And I was feeling empty than ever.

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"La locura es la incapacidad de comunicarse. Entre la locura y la normalidad, que en el fondo son lo mismo, existe un estado intermedio: se llama ser diferente. Y la gente tiene cada vez más miedo de ser diferente."

- Paulo Coelho.

carpe diem.

And then... there I was; me, being stupid (again)... At this point I'm not really sure what to think, what to say, what to write, what to do.

That felling of "Everybody knows it but me" was kepping me hanging by a thread.

I can just fall appart, but I know that I'm stronger than that.

Everything is going to an end,

and It may be the end of everything.

x,y,z.

Maybe... I don't know were I go, but I now were I'll stand.