¡Arriba el telón!

I aci estem una altra vegada. Comença de nou este ball d'epiques elocucions sense cap altre propòsit que allargar este procés d'autoflagelació compartida en el qual se trobem inmersos, del qual volem escapar, i al qual recurrim quan la realitat que ens envolta s'enfonsa sota el pes de les nostres pors. Sobint se repetim a nosaltres mateixos que intentem continuar endavant, fent vore com que no veiem eixa pila de records que se van amontonant a un racó de l'habitació. Passa el temps, i eixes noves històries que van succeïnt-se, acaben convertint-se en efímeres motes de pols, incapaces d'ensorrar tot allò que conforma la nostra experiència. Ens agrade o no, som tot el que ens queda quan no ens queda res.

I això és el que no podem soportar

Million miles away

Hurt (Johnny Cash)

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way


Hurt (Johny Cash) Increible, sense paraules...


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