I've been high

(R.E.M.)

Have you seen?
Have not will travel
Have I missed the big reveal?
Do my eyes,
Do my eyes seem empty?
I've forgotten how this feels.

I've been high
I've climbed so high
The light, sometimes it washes over me.

Have you been?
Have done will travel
I fell down on me knees

Was I wrong?
I don't know, don't answer.
I just needed to believe.
I've been high
I've climbed so high
The light, sometimes it washes over me.

So I dive into a pool.
So cool and deep that if I sink I sink,
And when I swim I fly, so high.

What I want
All I really wanted
Just to live my life on high.

And I know
I know you want the same
I can see it in your eyes.

I've been high
I've climbed so high
The light, sometimes it washes over me.

Washes over me
I close my eyes
So I can see
Make my make believe, believe in me.

¿cuál seré?

Están los que usan siempre la misma ropa,
están los que llevan amuletos,
los que hacen promesas,
los que imploran mirando al cielo,
los que creen en supersticiones...

... y están los que siguen corriendo
cuando tiemblan las piernas,
los que siguen jugando
cuando se acaba el aire,
los que siguen luchando
cuando todo parece perdido,
como si cada vez fuese la última vez,
convencidos de que la vida misma es un deafio.

Sufren pero no se quejan,
porque saben que el dolor pasa,
el sudor se seca y el cansancio termina.
Pero hay algo que nunca desaparecerá:
la satisfacción de haberlo logrado.

En sus venas corre la misma sangre,
lo que los hace diferentes es su espíritu.
La determinación de alcanzar la cima,
una cima a la que no se llega superando a los demás,
sino superándose a si mismos.

(Anónimo)

Ya te extraño...

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 to 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 you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.