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Duo dinamico—Resistire

Cuando pierda todas las partidas
cuando duerma con la soledad
cuando se me cierren las salidas
y la noche no me deje en paz.

Cuando tenga miedo del silencio
cuando cueste mantenerse en pie
cuando se rebelen los recuerdos
y me pongan contra la pared.

Resistiré para seguir viviendo
me volveré de hierro 
para endurecer la piel
y aunque los vientos de la vida soplen fuerte
como el junco que se dobla
pero siempre sigue en pie.

Resistiré para seguir viviendo
soportaré
los golpes y jamás me rendiré
y aunque los sueños se me rompan en pedazos
resistiré, resistiré.

Cuando el mundo pierda toda magia
cuando mi enemigo sea yo
cuando me apuñale la nostalgia
y no reconozca ni mi voz.

Cuando me amenace la locura
cuando en mi moneda salga cruz
cuando el diablo pase la factura
o si alguna vez me faltas tú.

Resistiré para seguir viviendo
me volveré de hierro 
para endurecer la piel
y aunque los vientos de la vida soplen fuerte
como el junco que se dobla
pero siempre sigue en pie.

Resistiré para seguir viviendo
soportaré
los golpes y jamás me rendiré
y aunque los sueños se me rompan en pedazos
resistiré, resistiré.

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Transatlanticism—Death Cab for Cutie The Atlantic was born today, and I’ll tell you how:The clouds above opened up and let it out.I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphereWhen the water filled every hole.And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,Making islands where no island should go.Oh no.Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your doorHave been silenced forever more.The distance is quite simply much too far for me to rowIt seems farther than ever beforeOh no.I need you so much closerI need you so much closerSo come on, come on

Transatlanticism—Death Cab for Cutie

The Atlantic was born today, and I’ll tell you how:
The clouds above opened up and let it out.

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.

Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.

I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer

So come on, come on

So

I met a guy while in Spain, three weeks before I left the country. We have been keeping in touch via Skype just about every day. He just bought a plane ticket to come visit me in August for an entire month.

I am happy.