Dream girl...

Algunos de ustedes saben (muy pocos de hecho) que toda mi vida ha sido una incesante búsqueda de la chica de la cuál estoy enamorado, a la cuál le he escrito tantos y tantos poemas, de la cúal me enamoré el día que nací, la que creo ver en una que otra infortunada que llego a conocer y a la cua´l le prometí amor incondicional y eterno...

Pero hace unos días que decidí romper su recuerdo desgarrarlo pedazo a pedazo dado que no he hallado nada bueno en esta estúpida búsqueda...

Lo que me parece tan tonto es que una vez que ya lo habpia hecho, encontrar la respuesta tan cerca: "Un sueño no puede llegar a ser realidad... si lo fuera, ya no sería un sueño"...

One Headlight ( de Wallflowers)

So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees.

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place.

Chorus:
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one head light.

She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge.

(Chorus)

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin me...

(Chorus)

// En este momento sólo quiero que todo el mundo se vaya a la mierda... quiero ver cómo todo se quema... cómo todos mueren... cómo todos son tan tristes como yo. Después de todo hay algo que el dolor ama más que nada: la compañia...