no es posible

"¿Qué estoy haciendo?", me pregunto en el mismo instante en que está ocurriendo.
"¿Dónde están las palabras?", me grito a mí misma mientras el silencio se expande en la habitación.

Mis ojos hablaban, amenazaban, gritaban con rabia aquello que no salía de otra manera. Se me preguntaba, y yo respondía que no, y dos veces que no.

Y se fue... Y yo me quedé conmigo: con el silencio.

one song

How can I forget your tender smile
Moments that I have shared with you
Our hearts may break
But they're on their way
And there's nothing I can do

Ohh...

So do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again

I can understand that it can't be
Guess it's hard as you were meant for me
But I can't hide my own despair
I guess I never will

Ohh...

So do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again

So tired of life
No fairytale
So hold your fire
'Cause I need you

Ohh...

Just do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again

Do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You keep going over every word that we've said
But you don't have to worry
About me

Tom the Model, Beth Gibbons
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=zC9494AwRTc

cuando...

... lo único que necesitas es un poco de aire. O salir corriendo.

un descanso

cuando los árboles tocaron el cielo

otro camino más

Hay ocasiones en que los trayectos empiezan tres metros bajo nuestros pies.