Hoy quiero dedicarle el blog a RAZON DE VIDA (NACHO)

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here.

Gracias nacho por haberme escojido como mamá.

Te amo, un beso

Pues hoy quiero empezar con una canciòn de Depeche Mode y su legendario y oscuro cantante David Gahan.

Esta canciòn siempre me acuerda a alguien muy especial y que de un modo u otro se asemeja a este cantante.

Rush

Walk with me Open your sensitive mouth
And talk to me Hold out your delicate hands And feel me
Couldn't make any plans
To conceal me Open your sensitive mouth Hold out your delicate hands
With such a sensitive mouth
I'm easy to see through
When I come up When I rush I rush for you Cry for you

Seen the tears Roll down from my eyes for you

Heard my truth Distorted to lies for you
Watched my love Becoming a prize for you
Seen the tears in my eyes
Heard my truth turn to lies
Seen the tears in my eyes
I'm not proud of what I do
When I come up When I rush I rush for you
I come up to meet you Up there somewhere
When I rush to greet you My soul is bared
Gave more for you Dropped my crutches
And crawled on the floor for you
Went looking behind every door for you
And because of the things
That I saw for you I spiritually grew
When I come up When I rush I rush for you

ENJOY