A falta de palabras...

Hoy es un dia en el que tengo muchas ideas dando vueltas en la cabeza, pero no verdaderas ganas de escribirlas.

Por eso, decidi dejarles un tema. Quiero aclarar igualmente, que es uno de esos temas que por ser fanatica de Pink Floyd, voy a odiar por siempre....pero en este momento, es el que mas refleja lo que me pasa...aunque otro tema podria ser Epitaph, de King Crimson, pero lo dejo para otro dia.

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.