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The other thing I did, I now discover, was to convince myself that there was nothing else, absolutely nothing, I would rather be doing. That I had found my true calling in life, and that I was unbelievably lucky to be getting paid – most of the time – for something that I was passionate about, and would probably be doing in some form or other anyway. It turns out that my training and experience had equipped me perfectly for this epic act of self-deceit.
But what I didn’t do, with the benefit of perspective, is anything of any lasting importance. At least creatively speaking. Economically I probably helped shift some merchandise. Enhanced a few companies bottom lines. Helped make one or two wealthy men a bit wealthier than they already were.
As a life, it all seemed like such a good idea at the time.

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NOVEMBER 24, 2012 @ 05:19 AM | 20 COMMENTS

Mira a lo que he traído
Para que no me olvidas
Lo que tiempo se nos va
Es lo que ha quedado
El lo que hemos vivido
Tus fotos, cartas, y un puñal
Las fotos y las cartas...
Recuerdos que me matan
Y el puñal nos alcanza
Para poder vernos sangrar
Te juro no nos dolerá
Más que ésta realidad
He venido a que queremos destruida
He venido a darnos muerte, Vida Mía
No te pongas de rodillas
No tenés porque llorar
No tenés porque llorar

El mundo no ha querido
Que sigamos unidos
Hoy mis heridas me duelen más
Este es nuestro destino
Tu ser es solo mío
conmigo siempre vas a estar
las fotos… las cartas…
recuerdos que me matan
y el puñal nos alcanza
para poder vernos sangrar
Te juro no nos dolerá
Más que esta realidad
He venido a que curemos nuestra herida
He venido a darnos muerte, Vida Mía
No te pongas de rodillas
No tenés porque llorar
No tenés porque llorar

No te pongas de rodillas
No tenés porque llorar
No tenés porque llorar