Todos los años es lo mismo, comienzan los 10, 11, 12... de Febrero y comienza a acercarse la famosa fecha esa. Las tiendas se visten de rojo y rosado y los globos en forma de corazón aparecen en display.
Es como una amenza que comienza a tomar forma. Poco a poco crece y crece, te rodea por todas partes y luego de unos dias ya no te la puedes sacar de encima porque aparece en la tele, las radios y en las paginas de internet.
Una vez más, esta amenza me ha perseguido estos dias 10, 11, 12... y asi sucesivamente y he podido concluir finalmente que NO ME GUSTA esta fecha. Es más, creo que hasta la odio un poco.
Es lo mismo todos los años. Incluso teniendo alguien con quien celebrar el dichoso numerito 14, aun asi no se puede por alguna estupida razon (tal como hoy).
Honestamente, ¿será necesaria tanta fanfarria para celebrar el amor solo por un dia? y aun asi es un absurdo! si ni siquiera es una celebraion del amor!! porque el amor abarca muchas cosas, ES muchas cosas.
Todo por culpa de un mocoso a poto pelado que se le ocurrio jugar a Robin Hood...
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Set the fire to the third bar
(snow patrol)
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
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