But words left unspoken left us so brittle...

Ciertamente, dejar cosas sin decir nos deja quebradizos. ¿Será posible que decir las cosas es peor? La verdad duele, pero libera. Y este nudo en el pecho no me lo logro sacar. Pero también hay cosas demasiado preciosas como para ser verdad. Y demasiado tangibles para ser mentira. ¿Será que las historias inconclusas son inmortales? Hoy estoy llena de preguntas... ¿Alguien tiene respuestas?

Soundtrack de hoy (y de toda la semana que pasó): Precious, de depeche mode
(lamentablemente no pude postear el video esta vez)

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God, what have we done to you?

We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through.

Things get damaged,
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give...

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you.

If God has a masterplan
That only he understands
I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through.

Things get damaged,
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give...

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your heart for two.

Things get damaged,
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give...

Facing conflict deep inside myself...

I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
no tears, no sympathy
but I know where this is leading
I can't say that you're losing me
but I must be that which I am
though I know where this could take me
no tears, no sympathy
gracefully, respectfully
facing conflict deep inside myself
but here confined losing control
of what I could not change
gracefully, respectfully
I ask you please don't worry, not for me
don't turn your back
don't turn away