The Last Good Day of the Year

Creíste vencer aquel propósito final. El año había terminado, lo pasaste bien. Pero se te olvidó recordar que tenías que seguir respirando. Las hojas del otoño ya cayeron, el aire frío heló tu cabello...Aquel último día  fue lo esperado: bebiste el agua de los floreros, como siempre que llovía en aquella ciudad gris y sin puerto.

Javier Mateos.

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Don't tell me 
That you get sick of living 
When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen 
All of the things that we though we had owned then 
Have disappeared 

All these things in flavour 
Won't do you no favours 
When the summer's light is fragrant with scents of returning 
You relent, you resent, now you're burning 
For nothing to change.... 

There's something there... 
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers) 
Won't rest 
(only minutes, only hours) 
Unless 
(now the morning breaks in showers) 
I guess 
We'll remember this all of our lives 
On the last good day of the year 

All the leaves are turning 
Autumn's fingers burnished 
Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime 
Kinda working my way through a dream 
I was having alone 

There's something there... 
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers) 
Won't rest 
(only minutes, only hours) 
Unless 
(now the morning breaks in showers) 
I'm left 
With the north wind breathing down my neck... 

On the last good day of the year..... 
(don't know where I end and where you begin...)

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