Friday, November 24, 2006

A lovely place to visit with a cup of coffee

Estaba en mi bus sentada al lado de la ventana escuchando mi super complicado compilado de canciones que tengo guardadas momentánemente en él.

Cambiando de canción, iba mirando como el atardecer empezaba a cubrir parte de los árboles que por acción del viento tenían unas curvas que me hicieron recordar aquel lugar donde siempre en mis sueños he querido ir, quizas no todos lo sepan ,pues soy una pseudo gringa con gustos británicos para algunas cosas. Sin embargo, adoraría ir a Rusia , el frío, la arquitectura y todo el encanto que conlleva junto con su legendaria historia.

Simplemente al oir (8)"If God had a name, what would it beAnd would you call it to his faceIf you were faced with him in all his gloryWhat would you ask if you had just one question And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is goodyeah yeah yeah yeah yeah What if God was one of usJust a slob like one of usJust a stranger on the busTrying to make his way home/If God had a face what would it look likeAnd would you want to seeIf seeing meant that you would have to believeIn things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets/And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is goodyeah yeah yeah yeah yeah What if God was one of usJust a slob like one of usJust a stranger on the busTrying to make his way homeHe's trying to make his way homeBack up to heaven all aloneNobody calling on the phoneExcept for the pope maybe in rome/And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is goodyeah yeah yeah yeah yeah/What if god was one of usJust a slob like one of usJust a stranger on the busTrying to make his way homeJust trying to make his way homeLike a holy rolling stoneBack up to heaven all aloneJust trying to make his way homeNobody calling on the phoneExcept for the pope maybe in rome"(8)Recordé que nunca olvidamos y que algún día nos volveríamos a encontrar, sentí por un momento el aroma a un café muy caliente ,pero era un simple sueño con el que día tras día se degrada tal como lo hace el vapor de un respiro en una ventana ....

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