Hours

(First at all I apologize, I’m not in a creative mood right now, and this text has born mainly because I forced myself to write something not just for inspiration, I promise to write more an better, soon.)

One hour, one minute, one second and everything was the same.

The old gray clock that hangs on the wall make the time pass with a cruel precision, meanwhile the world was dancing, guided with a invisible metronome that marked they steps with invisibles threads in the ankles.

For some people the time was nervous, like ants that run on your body when you started to fill so many things, passing so fast and without preoccupation, don’t allowing tasting the things that you like and making you be late to the places, except in those “see of” that always come early that what yours expected.

For others the slowness of the time was disturbing, always making to wait something, something that it’s late to came or never came, inflexible rhythm without a portion of compassion for the people that depends on it, the time marked the solitude and confidence that tomorrow it’s going to be something more.

For these many hate the time and they symbols and the old gray clock that hangs on the wall senses the frozen glance of those what pass near by, but he was proud with the precision of him work and know that for everybody was exactly the same time.

One day, one month, one year and everything was the same.

Forget

Today I don't want to talk, I'll be here, listening.

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur

Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Oÿ il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Oÿ l'amour sera roi
Oÿ l'amour sera loi
Oÿ tu seras reine

Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas - Jacques Brel

To somebody very special

To somebody very special.

Today I bring with me some of your sorrow, I would getting all and the you could relax, but I know that I couldn’t, I can’t make enough, just be your friend..

I know your aren’t well, the weight of the life flatten you, like everyone sometime you could pick four things, maybe none and escape to somewhere nothing matters even your own name.

You wish to simplify your life, making it simple, without those artificial things that are making it heaviness and saturate it, maybe you will no be more happy, but you prefer it to senses that you could never been happy again..


I could try to give you spirit, try to convince you that things could change, talking about that you could be happy or the solution its no to run, but I know that are that things you already know it.

I always appreciate you for you intelligence and I know that I not need to tell you the things that are obvious, its like underrate you, I will try to don’t do so. But I still believe that for everyone, sometimes it’s good that someone the reminder us things, even if we already know it, but I know that now isn’t the time, I appreciate more your tranquillity that anything else.

For thins I like to say you, before anything and against anything, that I’ll be there, where ever you where, I will no judge you, not evaluate you for anything you done, if you need to run just run, I get together you further, even if you need to escape about all, even I , I’ll have not scorn about it, How I could if I love you?

I understand you better that what I usually tell, even if I my sorrow make me be not to do so understand about your problems, and I some times play like evils lawyer trying to make you still fight and be here, how egoist we are for the things that tide us.


I don’t know nothing about tomorrow, only that tomorrow will come, the destiny and future are things to mucho big for me, the only thing I know, the only thing I’m sure, it’s about what I feel, what I have inside me, and that said me that I’ll near you always.

I your friend, that isn’t to much, I know it, but it’s all I’m.