sábado, marzo 01, 2008

A portas


Es tan fácil hablar! "me voy, dejo mi vida hasta ahora medianamente construida y buscaré nuevos aires, nuevos horizontes''

Es tan fácil hablar!, decir por decir ''ten en cuenta que me voy''

Es tan facíl ver el futuro lejano, para el que se hace planes y planes, habla y habla de el, pero no hay miedos, esta todavía lejos.

Ahora tengo en mis narices la partida. Tengo aca un nuevo camino el que ya no puedo rechazar poque yo lo construí!; en este momento me invade la nostalgia, YA NO TENDRÉ QUIEN ME PROTEJA, ahora seré yo y mis sueños, yo y mis pensamientos, yo y mis miedos, yo y voz, yo y mis obstáculos, yo y mis recuerdos... yo y el nuevo mundo..


Tengo claro que no es fácil, estaré sola... pero sé que puedo con el...


Uff... AHORA MAS QUE NUNCA NECESITO QUE ME ILUMINES BRUTALMENTE ESTRELLITA


Pd.. tengo miedo! espero que se me vaya quitando..

ESTOY A PORTAS!

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Hello, I a sedentary traveler... the ironic of the situation... many of all that you leave behind travel with you. Consider that you'll never be alone where be your road. Here are the thoughts about you when all got our minds on you. Wherever you go, you'll be fine, you are a great person to walk anywhere you want. The only thing you have to keep on your mind is where you belong and remember who you are. You are important for someone else (many). The afraid to start alone the road is the first obstacle, then look forward to set your mind easy for these days. Take care and when you feel the loneliness over you, think about the love of your cares ones. Kisses

-The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner-

The tough of the track
With the wind
And the rain that's beating down on
Your back
Your heart's beating loud
And goes on getting louder
And goes on even more 'til the
Sound is ringing in your head
With every step you tread
And every breath you take
Determination
Makes you run never stop
Got to win got to run 'til you drop
Keep the pace hold the race
Your mind is getting clearer
You're over half way there
But the miles they never seem to end
As if you're in a dream
Not getting anywhere
Run over stiles across fields
Turn to look at who's on your heels
Way ahead of the field
The line is getting nearer but do
You want the glory that goes
You reach the final stretch
Ideals are just a trace
You feel like throwing the race

Hace 28 años

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