There are many things I would like to say to you...

De nuevo...
Wonderwall



Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because baby
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead you there are winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

I said maybe, you're gonna be the one
That saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me

Después de una Noche de Copas...

Peor que la cruda física es la cruda moral, sobre todo si los recuerdos de la noche anterior van resurgiendo en la memoria, como flotando brillantes en el mar de lo que podría ser un inminente olvido etílico.

Pedir disculpas por anticipado no exhime de lo hecho, sin embargo es muestra de un poco de racionalidad triunfadora sobre los instintos despertados por el alcohol.

Haber dicho verdades, travesuras no intencionadas, haber acosado con peticiones, lágrimas y risas, hablar de deseos adolescentes y una que otra confesión vergonzosa, todo es parte de las cosas que quieres y no olvidar; que quieres y no que olviden.

La cruda física se pasa con café y aspirinas. La cruda moral la cura el tiempo, esperanzado de que las impresiones sean olvidadas, tomadas como broma o perdonadas; y es dentro de esto último donde entra el subrayado de mi pequeña entrada:

UNA DISCULPA A TODOS LOS AGRAVIADOS

Bajo la promesa de no volverlo a hacer...
promesa que por supuesto no cumpliré...