papá.

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter
I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older

Why’d you have to go
Why’d you have to go
Why’d you have to go

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me is dying and
These are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart

I wear all your old clothes, the old polo sweater
I dream of another you the one who would never, never
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me, that’s what I needed


Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don’t know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
Of a broken heart

I love you
I love you
I love you
I...love you

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I dont know you,but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth.

SI

LEY DE BOSQUES, YA!

Una más,

En la vida uno siempre intenta superarse a sí mismo, y a su vez, superar a los demás.
Cada uno intenta distinguirse por alguna cosa; vestimenta, personalidad, inteligencia, belleza, maldad, bondad, generosidad, compañerismo, solidaridad.
Al momento de pensar , en qué me distingo de los demás? entro en un laberinto que me lleva a los lugares más insólitos de mi mente, de mi memoria.
Busco momentos en los que me haya distinguido, pero por más que busco un momento.. son ínfimos.
Mi personalidad? soy una más. Mi vestimenta? soy una más. Mi inteligencia? soy una más. Mi belleza? soy una más.

y que podemos hacer con esto? aceptar que somos UNO MAS? o empezar a cambiar?