No rain

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane,
It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away,
but it's a great escape
escape
escape
escape
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane
it's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
I'll have it made
I'll have it made
you know I'll have it made
you know I'll have it made

Who wants to live forever?

There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
yet slips away from us
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment
set aside for us
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die
But touch my tears
with your lips
Touch my world
with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?

Finalmente

El momento ha llegado y aun no estoy nervioso, sera que soy muy maduro? o mas bien tengo panico, y ni siquiera me he dado cuenta de eso?

En fin ya lo sabre mañana . . .

Flight of Icarus

As the sun breaks above the ground
An old man stands on the hill
As the ground warms to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still
His eyes are ablaze
See the madman in his gaze
Fly on your way like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your wings like an eagle
Fly and touch the sun
Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Look the old man in his eyes
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I fly
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings burn to ashes to ashes his grave
Fly on your way like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your wings like an eagle
Fly and touch the sun

Contando . . .

Hace un par de meses me enferme de la garganta. Despues deir varias veces con varios medicos, y en pleno viaje a Buenos Aires, se me inflamo un ganglio en el cuello.

Increiblemente despues de 1 mes de inflamacion, no me han podido decir porque. Lo pero es que el dia de hoy otro comienza a inflamarse, y ya de por si me habia comentado el medico que deberia de operarme para eliminar la bola del cuello. 

Como era de esperarse, los tramites para que el seguro de gastos entre en accion son tardados, asi que si veo esta semana que se retrasa todo, pues tendre que cambiar la dinamica y operarme para que despues me reembolsen. 

Como quiera que sea el asunto es complicado, y si bien no estoy preocupado, si estoy algo nervioso por las implicaciones de algo asi, sobre todo porque no se exactamente que es lo que tengo, pero las posibilidades (creo) estan a mi favor.

En mi familia no hay anecedentes de cancer ni nada de esop y por la manera en que se dio la inflamacion, considero que lo que tengo es una infeccion muy perra, que se complico y llego a esto. 

Ahora estoy contando los dias que faltan para tomar la decision de entrar al quirofano y la verdad es que quiero que sea lo mas pronto posible.

Me mantengo muy ocupado, pero esta semana tendre que dejar muchas cosas que hago para agilizar el tramite.

En fin ya le dire a los 3 amigos que leen esto que escribo como va todo . . .