Do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it.

Jan 7, 2007

Growing up or Growing old?

Growing... scary word sometimes. This weekend It hit me: we've all grown up (So much). I've never been afraid of change, in fact, I've always looked for it. But I have to admit that in this two days that have passed I felt sad to notice that everything's changed: things aren't simple anymore (not the they ever were) and people is not as connected as before (now the number of interests have increased) is just... different and I missed it the way it was before. It's funny how your past memories can be kept in your heart like the best memories ever when at that time you were probably as sad, deppressed or heartbroken as you are right now. At least that's how my mind works.

Anyhoo... memories..

The summers were longer, they went on forever
Oh and the sky so blue
We never worried about anything
We didn't question the nature of things
We didn't want to know
Talking in whispers and wondering
Oh and I loved you so
Memories, they linger with you but you
soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
soon forget when you're grown
We dream in the night, of mythical days
And nights in white satin
But when the child wakes, the fantasy breaks
We didn't know what the future would bring
We didn't want to knowSomething was growing inside me
Oh and I loved you so
Memories, they linger with you but you
soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
soon forget when you're grown
Photographs, faded photographs
Holidays, summer holidays
First love, broken promises
All a play, I'm going back to yesterday
The feeling was stronger, if went on forever
Oh and your eyes were true
We were so wrapped up in all of our dreams
We didn't care what the future would bring
We didn't want to know
Talking in whispers and wondering
Oh and I loved you so......
Memories, they linger with you but you
soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
soon forget when you're grown

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SOY GARRIK

Cuántos hay que, cansados de la vida,
enfermos del pesar, muertos de tedio,
hacen reír como el actor suicida,
sin encontrar para su mal remedio!

¡Ay! Cúantas veces al reír se llora,
Nadie en lo alegre de la risa fíe,
porque en los seres que el dolor devora,
el alma gime cuando el rostro ríe.

Si se muere la fe, si huye la calma,
si sólo abrojos nuestra planta pisa,
lanza a la faz la tempestad del alma,
un relámpago triste: la sonrisa.

El carnaval del mundo engaña tanto,
que las vidas son breves mascaradas;
aquí aprendemos a reír con llanto
y también a llorar con carcajadas.