Los Años Dificiles

A veces pienso que la experiencia no sirve para nada. Situaciones mas o menos complicadas que has vivido mil veces en el pasado, una vez que se esfuman llevandose su carga de problemas, dejan inmediatamente de contar para ti. Hasta que de nuevo se plantean los dilemas, los nervios y las soluciones...y todo es como la primera vez. Sudas, tartamudeas y tropiezas en las mismas piedras que tropezaste cada vez anterior.

Y hoy me siento tan lejos de mi mismo como podría estarlo.

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!



suena:The Byrds - Turn, Turn, Turn