Introducción

"Escribo porque tengo que hacerlo, porque la escritura llega, no todo el tiempo y no muy seguido. Tiendo a escribir por rachas, entre meses en los que no escribo nada. ¿Tiene la poesía algún propósito? No, excepto el de satisfacer la necesidad del escritor. Pero la sociedad sería de lo más pobre si la poesía no existiera."

Nota: este párrafo no se me atribuye a mí, es de un escritor, pero no recuerdo su nombre.

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domingo, 1 de mayo de 2011

Overcome

When the highest mountain seems too much;
When your soul is tired and you've had enough;
I will be there for you.
I will be there.

When the road is dark, and those guiding lights you can't find;
When the sky is falling and the sun won't shine for you;
I will be there for you.
I will be there.

When you feel useless and broken;  (When you just can't go on.)
And you call yourself pathetic, and your self-esteem is down,
Oh but I know the truth about you,
I believe in you.

And I know you've been strong enough for too long.
And I know you've fought way too much on your own.
But to run away is not the way out.
And the pain you have can be overturned.



Come on, lay by my side.
When you cry, I feel they're ripping me apart from the inside.
Oh baby, don't you see? I'm dying for you to be alright. Dying for you to smile.

Just for me, stay a while.
I've loved you more, than I've loved anyone.
Just for me, stay a while.
… I'm begging you please, oh
Just for me, I've loved you most, I'm begging now…