February Seven

                                                      The Avett Brothers: canciones para perderse en el bosque.

Nunca llega el otoño, ahora solo existen veranos e inviernos... Recuerdo cuando la primavera llenaba de verde nuestras miradas y el ocre de octubre tenía nuestros cabellos. Parece que no queda mucho para febrero, pero la nieve caerá cuando menos lo pienses y te esfuerces por creerlo.

Javier Mateos

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I went on the search for something true

I was almost there when I found youSooner than my fate was wroteA perfect blade, it slit my throatAnd beads of lust released in to the airWhen I awoke you were standing thereI was on the mend when I fell throughThe sky around was anything but blueI found as I regained my feetA wound across my memoryThat no amount of stitches would repairBut I awoke and you were standing thereChorusThere's no fortune at the end of the roadThat has no endThere's no returning to the spoilsOnce you've spoiled the thought of themThere's no falling back to sleepOnce you've waken from the dreamNow I'm rested and I'm readyI'm rested and I'm ready to beginI'm ready to beginI went on the search for something realI traded what I know for how I feelBut the ceiling and the walls collapsedUpon the darkness I was trappedAnd as the last of breath was drawn from meThe light broke in and brought me to my feetChorusThere's no fortune at the end of the roadThat has no endThere's no returning to the spoilsOnce you've spoiled the thought of themThere's no falling back to sleepOnce you've waken from the dreamNow I'm rested and I'm readyI'm rested and I'm readyYeah I'm rested and I'm readyI'm rested and I'm readyYeah I'm rested and I'm readyI'm rested and I'm ready to beginI'm ready to begin
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