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Sunday, January 15, 2012

Nostalgia

I grieve

It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
It's just the way that we are tied in
But there's no one home

I grieve for you
You leave me



So hard to move on
Still loving what's gone
Said life carries on
And on,and on

The news that truly shocks
Is the empty,empty page
While the final rattle rocks
It's empty,empty cage
And i can't handle this

I grieve for you
You leave me

Let it out and move on
Missing what's gone
Said life carries on
And on and on

Life carries on in the people i meet
In everyone that's out in the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and the rats
In the rod and the rust
In the ashes and the dust

Just the car that we ride in
The home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in

Did I dream this belief
Or did i believe this dream
How will i find relief
I grieve


Peter Gabriel

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“María Elsa Rodríguez nació en San Miguel (Buenos Aires, Argentina). Supo que lo suyo no eran las obtusas matemáticas, y que los sueños la movilizaban más que la realidad. Estudió Cinematografía, Fotografía, Biología Marina y Bibliotecología. Formó parte del elenco de: “Gris de Ausencia”, de Roberto Cossa y “Tartufo”. En un momento sospechó que la película más genial y el mejor libro ya existían, por ello, decidió respetuosamente seguir escribiendo en secreto... hasta que: “Mirna, un domingo en camiseta” se estrenó en teatro, para su sorpresa, y envió unos cuentos a una editorial...”