A Puro Dolor...

Perdona si te estoy llamando en este momento
Pero me hacia falta escuchar de nuevo
Aunque sea un instante tu respiración

Disculpa se que estoy violando
Nuestro juramento
Sé que estás con alguien, que no es el momento
Pero hay algo urgente que decirte hoy

Estoy muriendo, muriendo por verte
Agonizando muy lento y muy fuerte

Vida, devuélveme mis fantasías
Mis ganas de vivir la vida
Devuélveme el aire...
Cariño mío, sin ti yo me siento vacío

Las tardes son un laberinto
Y las noches me saben
A puro dolor...

Quisiera decirte que hoy estoy de maravilla
Que no me ha afectado lo de tu partida
Pero con un dedo no se tapa el sol

Estoy muriendo, muriendo por verte
Agonizando muy lento y muy fuerte

Vida, devuélveme mis fantasías
Mis ganas de vivir la vida
Devuélveme el aire

Cariño mío, sin ti yo me siento vacío
Las tardes son un laberinto
Y las noches me saben
A puro dolor

Vida, devuélveme mis fantasías
Mis ganas de vivir la vida
Devuélveme el aire

Cariño mío, sin ti yo me siento vacío
Las tardes son un laberinto
Y las noches me saben
A puro dolor

Perdona si te estoy llamando en este momento, pero me hacia falta escuchar de nuevo, aunque sea un instante tu respiracion

Rain...

Drops of water falling freely from the endless firmament above. Each flash of lighting brought back memories of past long forgotten; every crashing thunder roared its vehement disapproval of what I've become...what I currently am.

So very fast indeed...time has passed almost in a blur. I can still recall those gay times spent in the curtilage when the welkin, clear and azure, rang with our squeals of joy; our carefree happiness...where have they gone?

A smile manages its way onto an impassive face; rain being comfort and shelter all at once...rather ironic isn't it? Armies scattered asunder by storms when all claim to brave it; mighty empires brought to their knees by the forces of nature herself and sports events were rained out, but don't clouds have silver linings? It is that lining that provides sanctuary even in the darkest of times.

The rain is over now and I'm jolted from quiescence by Helios willing the sol over darkened skies, illuminating paths and walkways...but how much brighter can it shine in a world this bleak?

Freedom...

Dust settles about a mist shrouded room as the clock strikes, chiming the glorious tunes of two in the afternoon. Everyone's in motion, gathering their belongings and rushing off for their respective appointments. Scrapes of rubber soles upon concrete floor reminiscent of a pack of birds taking flight.

Is it jubilation; is it fear or is it numbness that fills all our hearts? Causing us to be aloof and indifferent to how others feel.

Now, after all that's said and done,
are we really free? Can we truly say that it's all in the past?
It was a good run,
but what do we leave behind if not ash and dust?