miércoles, 12 de junio de 2019

I'm Still Standing


No tengo ni la más remota idea de porqué me hace llorar tanto esta rola...

I'm Still Standing

Elton John

You could never know what it's like
Your blood like winter freezes just like ice
And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you
You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

And did you think this fool could never win
Well look at me, I'm coming back again
I got a taste of love in a simple way
And if you need to know while I'm still standing you just fade away

Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah
I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah

Once I never could hope to win
You starting down the road leaving me again
The threats you made were meant to cut me down
And if our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now

You know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah
I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah

Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah
I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah

I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah
I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah

En las fauces de una fiera llamada vida...

La vida es una vieja gorda que juega damas chinas con la muerte, bebe cocteles exóticos y deja que la muerte le meta la mano debajo del vestido. No es lisonjera ni condescendiente, se burla de nosotros y nos rige bajo las leyes de un tal Murphy.

En fin, ésta pretende ser la crónica del deambular de un ente por los rollos de grasa de la gran vieja gorda. A veces con paseos por sus fauces amén de ser masticados como carne corriosa y deglutidos como un bocado suculento... Con tal de no terminar siendo parte de sus flatulencias musicales...

Sean bienvenidos a este bufete, donde todos compartimos lugar en la mesa, sin que necesariamente estemos sentados a disfrutar de él...

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