Wish you were here.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cold breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year, running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

Pink Floyd

Que hago?

Que hacer ?

Si le bajo la luna 

Si le recito un poema 

Si le acaricio su cabello 

Si le digo que tiene ojos color sol

Si le rozó el alma con un beso

Si le muestro el mundo infinito 

Si la acaricio 

Si le sueño a diario

Que hacer si me dice que no...

Recuerdo II

Era yo, mirando las estrellas, cuestionando los porque de mis pensamientos.

Abrazado a tu silueta, que la penumbra de la noche y el brillo de la luna, formaban como sombra. Estabas ahí presente; te tome la mano y volamos al infinito donde solo tu y yo sabíamos estar.

Y no es que extrañe tu presencia, simplemente solo me invade el recuerdo de cuando solíamos mirar las estrellas.