Hay un lugar en el mundo donde sientes que eres capaz de casi cualquier cosa, donde la empatía se siente en cada rostro con el que te cruzas, donde cada paso es una aventura interior.
Y allí, rodeada de polvo, sientes lo maravilloso que es sentirse viva y cuán afortunada eres de poder compartirlo con gente auténtica.
Y es un lugar donde los abrazos reconfortan el doble, donde cada gesto y cada roce de piel te hace sentir la magia de estar viva.
Y es un lugar pero no sólo un lugar: es un cuándo, es un con quién, es un cómo.
Y es magia, es luz, es fuego, es todo lo que tú quieras que sea...
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There is a place in the world where every sunset is celebrated as if it were the last or the first, where the smallest things become the biggest, where you can turn your fears into your greatest strengths.
There is a place in the world where you feel that you are capable of almost anything, where empathy is felt in each face you come across, where each step is an inner adventure.
And there, surrounded by dust, you feel how wonderful it is to feel alive and how lucky you are to be able to share it with genuine people.
And it's a place where hugs comfort double, where every gesture and every touch of skin makes you feel the magic of being alive.
And it's a place but not just a place: it's a when, it's a who, it's a how.
And it's magic, it's light, it's fire, it's everything you want it to be...
Hey, oh...
Sheets of empty canvas,
Untouched sheets of clay
were laid spread out before me
as her body once did.
All five horizons
revolved around her soul
as the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed
has taken a turn.
Oh and all I taught her was everything,
oh I know she gave me all that she wore
and now my bitter hands
chafe beneath the clouds
of what was everything,
oh the pictures have
all been washed in black,
tattooed everything.
I take a walk outside,
I'm surrounded by
some kids at play,
I can feel their laughter
so why do I sear
oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
round my head,
I'm spinning,
oh, I'm spinning.
How quick the sun can, drop away
and now my bitter hands
cradle broken glass
of what was everything,
all the pictures had
all been washed in black,
tattooed everything,
all the love gone bad,
turned my world to black.
Tattooed all I see,
all that I am,
all I'll be...
Yeah,
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star
in somebody else's sky
but why...
Why...
Why can't it be,
why can't it be mine.
Sheets of empty canvas,
Untouched sheets of clay
were laid spread out before me
as her body once did.
All five horizons
revolved around her soul
as the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed
has taken a turn.
Oh and all I taught her was everything,
oh I know she gave me all that she wore
and now my bitter hands
chafe beneath the clouds
of what was everything,
oh the pictures have
all been washed in black,
tattooed everything.
I take a walk outside,
I'm surrounded by
some kids at play,
I can feel their laughter
so why do I sear
oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
round my head,
I'm spinning,
oh, I'm spinning.
How quick the sun can, drop away
and now my bitter hands
cradle broken glass
of what was everything,
all the pictures had
all been washed in black,
tattooed everything,
all the love gone bad,
turned my world to black.
Tattooed all I see,
all that I am,
all I'll be...
Yeah,
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star
in somebody else's sky
but why...
Why...
Why can't it be,
why can't it be mine.
PEARL JAM - BLACK
