Runaway

I was listenin' to the ocean

I saw a face in the sand

But when I picked it up

Then it vanished away from my hands, gone.

I had a dream I was seven

Climbing my way in a tree

I saw a piece of heaven

Waitin' impatient for me, down.

And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

I was dancin' in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain...

Now take me home

Take me home where I belong

I can't take it anymore.

I was painting a picture

The picture was a painting of you

And for a moment I thought you were here

But then again, it wasn't true, gone.

And all this time, I have been lyin'

Oh, lyin' in secret to myself

I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf

La-di-da.

And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

And I was dancin' in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain

But now take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

Now take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

Now take me home

Take me home where I belong

I can't take it anymore.

But I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall

And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall.

And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

But now take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

Now take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

Now take me home, home where I belong, now-now

Now take me home, home where I belong, oh

I can't take it anymore.

¿Existe?

Mientras escribo esto, me entra una rara, rarísima nostalgia.

De verdad es curioso cómo trabaja el cuerpo.

La manera peculiar en que funcionan la amígdala y el hipocampo en todo esto. 

La forma en que la memoria emocional despierta con fechas, palabras, canciones, aunque una parte de ti sepa que el momento ya pasó.

Este es un blog de esos.