Wish you were here...

Escuchar Pink Floyd y trabajar son una conjunción peligrosa, puedo llegar a sentir el deseo de enredarme en palabras oscuras. En pensamientos existencialistas, en redes de oraciones, en frágiles frases como espejos que aumentan, que engrosan.
Puedo evitar escapar de aquellas hojas que me angustian, pero no puedo escapar de mi.

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SO, SO YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL
HEAVEN FROM HELL
BLUE SKIES FROM PAIN
CAN YOU TELL A GREEN FIELD
FROM A COLD STEEL RAIL?.
A SMILE FROM A VEIL?
DO YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL?
AND DID THEY GET TOU TO TRADE
YOUR HEROS FOR GHOSTS?
HOT ASHES FOR TREES?
HOT AIR FOR A COOL BREEZE?
COLD COMFORT FOR CHANGE?

AND DID YOU EXCHANGE
A WALK FOR A PART IN THE WAR
FOR A LEAD ROLE IN A CAGE?

HOW I WISH, HOW I WISH YOU WERE HERE
WE´RE JUST TWO LOST SOULS
SWIMMINGIN A FISH BOW!
YEAR AFTER YEAR.
RUNNING OVER THE
SAME OLD GROUND.
WHAT HAVE WE FOUND?
THE SAME OLD FEARS.
WISH YOU WERE HERE.