Broken bulbs colorless
In recent days, the light has turned off my table. These days I live deep in the solitude of the dark.
Sometimes, that lying on my bed, looked at the ceiling, and I want to laugh, do you laugh? or maybe ... to mourn?, truth is that when the bulb is broken, confused and tears with laughter, or possibly laugh to hide the tears never stop falling.
Today is one of those days when heaven seems to put every effort to cover the sun with black clouds, is the day when the wind is obfuscated to strip the leaves loosely clinging to the branches of trees, today is that day, inevitably, sadness fills a heart, and makes kneeling under the weight of everything and nothing. Become
comic as in many cases the terms of love and hate go hand in hand cojidos despite worn as a cat and mouse.
But in the moments of greatest weakness, at times when the clouds get darker, and the tears come out without being able to retain them, as if the barrier of your pride, your masochism barrier to seem hard, would collapse tired of stopping what can not be stopped.
But always, in every one of these bad times, in each of these miserable and horrible times, always comes out a light beam as a person who offers his hand and help to remove the clouds and dry your tears.
At this time I wish to thank these four people, who on this occasion, despite my despair, my grief, clinging to my skin like a baby into the arms of his mother, have remained unchanged to my hand, refusing to surrender and continually trying to bring out the flower withered smile on this face, in this heart stitching.
So Anti, Clone, Rei and Small, I dedicate this song to thank the efforts you are making is that at some point, I'll get out of this and can again smile.
ASI SON LOS AMIGOS - Eros Ramazzotti
Today I see you sad, what's wrong
I think you'll feel like chatting
yes I hear you
I have nothing to say that I have a good friend
think it's nothing that my offer momentary
spontaneous
accompany you if you want a helping hand I can give
and mine are friends, good friends
know that girl is not the only
that too many people are stupid like you
without showing their faces to the truth is going to get drunk
can not rely on
a good friend a good friend
in our world where the good old values fade
where everything has its price
where aid nobody will give us clear
you just keep that contact, some affection and a little humanity
and just a gesture if the loves
are superior to every difficulty
accept it because I tell you with absolute sincerity if anyone
give money to loan
think you gave to orphans and check
bitter reality,
will not see me, trust me because
and are friends, good friends
in our world where the good old
values is weak,
where everything has its price,
where nobody will aid
reassuring to know that we are not alone anymore, ever
when sadness and despair
make me seem unsympathetic, I know you're
,
I know you're here,
you hear me, hear me
you and are friends, great friends.
