jueves, diciembre 14, 2006

Inmortalizando

"La muerte no es tan fea mija, es un ángel que te dice que tienes que ir a la presencia del Padre"
-Últimas palabras de mi abuelo.

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4 Comments:

Anonymous monblüme said...

Sabio fué tu abuelo al pronunciar tales palabras...

14/12/06 7:57 p. m.  
Blogger Cheve said...

Qué impresionante fé. Una oración silenciosa por los que no la tenemos tan fuerte, y como diría el gran Hansi (Kürch, vocal de Blind Guardian)
CARRY THE BLESSED HOME
Pale faced the innocent
Will drown in blood
Hurt and withdrawn
Don't dare to steal my grief
In this haze of green and gold
He's gone
Blind my eyes
And I still
Can see through the mist
To the very end
There I'll face
What I fear the most

Blind my eyes...
But it all doesn't matter
Right now
I will bury my dead
And keep on
Til the end
I won't give up
I won't give up
I'll turn
To the "red fields of none"
There's a grave
There's a rose

Drift away
I can hear me say
Soon you all shall be free
Carry the blessed home
No one's left here but me
And I will sing out your name
You call me insane, I know
I've opened my heart
And my heart
And my soul to you son
So pale turns the innocent
And all I feel is pain
Suddenly i understand
He's gone
Blind my eyes
And I still
Can see through the mist
To the very end
There I'll face
What I fear the most
Blind my eyes
But it all doesn't matter
Right now

But it all doesn't matter
Right now

Carry the blessed home
No one's left her bu me
And I will sing out your name
Driven insane?
No
What I feared the most
I have faced and that's truth
The grey faced is not innocent
Though I cry in dismay
I'll move on
Is there anyone here
Who knows
How it feels to be wrong?

Blind my eyes
And I still
Can see through the mist
To the very end
There I'll face
What I fear the most
Blind my eyes...
But it all doesn't matter
Right now

But it all doesn't matter
Right now

Matter right now
Matter right now


Suerte y un chingo de abrazos pa tí y pa los tuyos, ánimo, aquí estamos. Ojalá el día de mañana nos podamos ir con la misma calma, pero si no eso, al menos, no me cabe duda que nos iremos como amigos, y como bien me dijiste, el que se quede aquí empieza la peda pa l'otro!!!

14/12/06 10:20 p. m.  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

Ahora él sabrá y vivirá aquel otro lado del que tanto se habla en esta vida, ojalá sea como la pintan, cómo, eso nadie lo sabe...

18/12/06 6:44 p. m.  
Blogger BrOwN eYeD gIrL said...

Yo sí sé, hay muucha gelatina amarilla.

Las palabras del abuelo me ponen la piel chinita.

19/12/06 4:00 p. m.  

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