miércoles, 12 de enero de 2011

Brother

barely remember his face, after school we used to play ourselves. imagining that we were space pilots, traveling supersonic aircraft made of cardboard and imagination.

if, in the midst of our adventure, my shoelaces were untied. he stopped the ship only to tie them again to avoid falling into enemy hands because of the laces.

He showed me how to dress appropriately, that our appearance is not everything but it works as a letter of introduction.

between adventure and adventure, he taught me the values that each brother should give the younger brother and that these values are not limited to siblings, but must be taught to every young man behind us.

have already been more than 20 years he has gone to where no one suffers with earthly affairs. but , all he left me , it's something with a power that nobody can deny or argue.

I hope i can be able to see him again and continue our space adventures in a place where the sky is always blue and the wind blows gently.

I miss you brother.... God knows how much , thank you for saving me every time I feel down



Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
Well I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong

Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath

God send the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here

1 comentario:

  1. Me considero una persona particularmente sensible aunque pocos lo sepan, pero este escrito... así como muchos otros que leído me deja con una sensación extraña... ya sabes, extrañar a alguien. Pensar en ese alguien, recordando los buenos momentos... cuando inevitablemente al pensar en alguno en específico dibujamos una sonrisa y al mismo tiempo no podemos evitar llorar.
    Sencillamente hermoso.

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