- ¿Qué harás de tu vida ahora?, la respuesta me la dejaron de tarea. Viene a mi mente la frase final de una película de Scorsese y mi afán de contestar con otra pregunta... "¿Qué sería peor: vivir como un monstruo o morir como un hombre bueno?".
Prefiero no usar mis palabras. La respuesta irá en un poema de Alec Wildey.
I wish I was...
T h e r e
In spring again...
Before the heart failed me
F o r T h e F i n a l T i m e ...
Away, Out on a limb,
Long distances, I tried...
The taste for drugs or any escape
Are not quite as innocent
Anymore.
I'd love to tell you, otherwise.
I'd love to feel something different
((significant, significant))
But either way it's just the same...
Reality is gone from my intrigue
There are days already past...
There are clouds under my eyelids
Songs we sing in which we cry every time.
But still we play them...
There are days already past...
There are sins already forgiven.
I wish I was...
T h e r e
In spring again...
Before the heart failed me
F o r T h e F i n a l T i m e ...
a.w.
