singing along Joaquin Sabina, with some friends and the generous aid of alcohol, several songs were sung, several smiles where in place, and several times we cheered...
At some point, the random chose a little poem and gave us this...
Este adiós, no maquilla un hasta luego.
Este nunca, no esconde un ojalá.
Estas cenizas, no juegan con fuego.
Este cielo, no mira para atrás.
Este notario, firma lo que escribe.
Esta letra, no va a protestar.
Ahórrate el acuse de recibo,
estas vísperas son las de después.
A este ruido, tan huérfano de padre,
no voy a permitirle
que taladre un corazón podrido de latir.
Este pez, ya no muere por tu boca.
Este loco, se va con otra loca.
Estos ojos ya no lloran más por ti.
We all stood quiet all of a sudden...
We made one of those faces of recognizition, smiled, and cheered with an even harder yell...
In my mind, what did I cheer for?...
First, because I knew what it was talking about, and although I can empathize and see it's depth, it is a feeling long forgotten and past. But second?... because I hope it doesn't return, because I hope that feeling doesn't come back... Because I don't want to ever again sing it and feel it present... Because it would suck if again I'd had to go through that...
((sigh))
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