Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything.The face that you see in the door isn't standing there anymore.In a matter of time... In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind.In a matter of time. The face that you saw in the door isn't looking at you anymore.The name that you call in it's place isn't waiting for your embrace.The world that you love to behold cannot hold you anymore. More, you want more, you tell me. More, only time can run me.
Hay un más allá, hay algo todavía, pero... por
Dios, no ignores; toma, acepta, que venga como tenga que ser, yo te juro que no
te rompes, son fragmentos de un todo,
acepta... acepta.