Y ya van 100 entradas :D

Y que mejor forma de celebrarlo que volviendo al inicio un viernes 15 de Mayo del 2009:

"Hola a todos!


Tras mucho tiempo pensando en que crear un blog...(porque creo que me va a valer como terapia desestresante xd ) al final hoy me he decidido...porqué¿?...no lo sé...supongo que dentro de un tiempo lo sabré

Inicio explicando el título del blog: se basa en una canción de Rise Against...un grupo que comencé a escuchar hace relativamente poco tiempo pero que se ha ganado muy rápido un sitio en la carpeta de imprencindibles...

Escucho música a todas horas, y de muchos estilos (ya iré mostrando mis gustos aquí...).Os dejo video y letra

Rise Against - The Sufferer and the Witness - The Good Left Undone



In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding there what I’d been missing,

But I know…
So I tell myself, I tell myself it’s wrong.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.

All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up, fallen to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt,
So it could live. I walked away now.

But I know…
Not a day goes by that I don’t feel this burn.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.

All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

All because of you…
All because of you…

All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
Inside these arms of yours.

All because of you,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place.
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out



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