00:00What a beautiful thing would be to wake up in a black room, with cold lights, with distant voices,
00:15that the doctors bring their eyes and say we did everything possible but their memory does not guard anything.
00:22That my memories fall like wood to the ground, that your name doesn't follow me in dreams,
00:27that your voice doesn't have echo in my chest, and your absence is eternal,
00:32that my feelings are in white, without promises, without promises,
00:37without messages that never arrived, without despedidas that even me ahogan.
00:43How beautiful would it not know who you were, not remember how you were,
00:48not feeling this nudge in the face every time you remember,
00:53I lost my memory, they say the doctors, but I hope also the pain,
01:00I hope that my nights in which I mend my love,
01:05that someone tell me my story without tears, without drama, without anger,
01:10that I am too much who didn't know who knew, and pass the page without fear.
01:15I want to forget how I expected, how I defend myself even when I fail,
01:21how I would have to ahogar, while you were alone.
01:26If my feelings are white, let me write in black,
01:29let me write slowly, without promises impossibles,
01:32without charges that don't correspond to me daily,
01:35teach me to feel without fear, without losing my intent,
01:40a no entregar the whole soul, a who only seek a moment.
01:49Maybe without memory I learn better, maybe without memories I know the heart,
01:53because there are love that don't deserve to be remembered,
01:57even though they have a lot of pain.
02:02If some day you ask for me, they say that I'm starting from scratch,
02:07that I don't carry your shadow, that I don't live prison,
02:10that I don't live prison, because olvidar no siempre es perder,
02:14a veces es sobrevivir, a veces es la ΓΊnica forma,
02:20de volver a existir.
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