No tomará mucho tiempo

Contarle las aristas a aquellas figura es igual que intentar contar los veces que menciono la letra "d" durante el día: demasiadas. Si puediera, por un momento, pedir prestado un sueño ajeno y darme una siesta bajo una palmera. Si pudiera, dije y tal vez, tal vez, el día deje de durar lo que dolorosamente dura, diacrónico y diáfano, y de despertar diferentes dudas de desierto débil y dócil y dormido. De aquí por allá... un día domingo de decidir que la cuenta no durará mucho tiempo




What's the matter, why don't you answer
What's the matter with me
Cause it's so hard to be
Free and easy, we'll disappear completely
Hardly as I've known it's glad
You're heart is broken, and the doors are open
As you're hoping to be
There's brighter places to see
Hands need warning, early in the morning
Hardly as I've known a surprise
No, don't warn me
I know it's wrong, but I swear it won't take long
And I know, you know,
It makes me sigh; I do believe in love
Another season, but the same old feelings
Another reason could be
I'm tired of aching, summer's what you make it
But I'll believe what I want to believe