Best of you

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I've got another confession to make,
I'm your fool.
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you.

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?

I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose.
You gave me something that I didn't have,
But had no use.
I was too weak to give in,
Too strong to lose.
My heart is under arrest again,
But I break loose.
My head is giving me life or death,
But I can't choose.
I swear i'll never give in,
No, I refuse.

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real the pain you feel,
Your trust,
You must confess.

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real the pain you feel.
The life, the love,
You'd die to heal.
The hope that starts,
The broken hearts.
Your trust,
You must confess.

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I've got another confession my friend,
I'm no fool.
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new.

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear i'll never give in,
I refuse.

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real the pain you feel,
Your trust,
You must confess.
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you in love?

In the end

It starts with one thing, I don’t know why
it doesn’t even mather how hard you try.
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
to explain in due time all I know.

Time is a valuable thing,
watch it fly by as the pendulum swings,
watch it count down till the end of the day.
Clock ticks life away.

It’s so unreal. You didn’t look out below,
watch the time go right out the window.
Trying to hold on, but didn’t even know,
I wasted it all just to watch you go.

I kept everything inside
and even though I tried, it all fell apart.
What it meant to me will eventually be
a memory of a time when

I tried so hard and got so far,
but in the end it doesn’t even matter.
I had to fall, to loose it all...
but in the end it doesn’t even matter.

One thing, I dont know why
it doesn’t even mather how hard you try.
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
to remind myself how I tried so hard.

Despite the way you were mocking me
acting like I was part of your property.
Remembering all the times you fought with me,
I’m surprised it got so far.

Things aren’t the way they were before,
you wouldn’t even recognize me anymore,
not that you knew me back then,
but it all comes back to me in the end.

You kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart.
What it meant to me will eventually be
a memory of a time when

I tried so hard and got so far,
but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.
I had to fall, to loose it all
but in the end, it doesnt even matter.

I’ve put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There’s only one thing you should know

I tried so hard and got so far,
but in the end it doesn’t even matter.
I had to fall, to loose it all,
but in the end it doesn’t even matter.

No sé si te he contado
que si alguna vez el tiempo nos separa
- la brisa no lo quiera-,
dejaré que mi mente se vacíe de abstracciones.

Esa será mi forma
de no perderte.

Tu cuerpo tan concreto
es mi mejor
alborozo.
Hay barcos que recuerdan
a la vida entera:
los miras desde la playa, parece que van lentos,
te descuidas un segundo y ya sólo
ves el mar...

... y estrellas que brillan
como nunca
porque yo te sigo
queriendo
como siempre.

El Universo ambiciona caber fuera del Universo.
Esto es lo que hay.
Pero tú eres hermosa
hermosa
como el comienzo del aire junto al abismo.

Nunca he querido a nadie tan despacio.
No sé si te lo he contado.

Paco Bello

En Afganistán, yelda es el nombre que recibe la primera noche del mes de Jadi, la primera del invierno y la más larga del año. Siguiendo la tradición, Hassan y yo nos quedábamos levantados hasta tarde, con los pies ocultos bajo el kursi, mientras Alí arrojaba pieles de manzana a la estufa y nos contaba antiguos cuentos de sultanes y ladrones para pasar la más larga de las noches. Gracias a Alí conocí la tradición de yelda, en la que las mariposas nocturnas, acosadas, se arrojaban a las llamas de las velas y los lobos subían a las montañas en busca del sol. Alí aseguraba que si la noche de yelda comías sandía, no pasabas sed durante el verano.

Cuando me hice mayor, leí en mis libros de poesía que yelda era la noche sin estrellas en la que los amantes atormentados se mantenían en vela, soportando la noche interminable, esperando que saliese el sol y con él la llegada de su ser amado. Después de conocer a Soraya Taheri, para mí todas las noches de la semana se convirtieron en yelda. Y cuando llegaba la mañana del domingo, me levantaba de la cama con la cara y los ojos castaños de Soraya Taheri en mi mente. En el autobús de Baba, contaba los kilómetros que faltaban para verla sentada, descalza, vaciando cajas de cartón llenas de enciclopedias amarillentas, con sus blancos talones contrastando con el asfalto y los brazaletes de plata tintineando en sus frágiles muñecas. Pensaba en la sombra que su melena proyectaba en el suelo cuando se separaba de su espalda, por la que caía como una cortina de terciopelo.

Soraya. Princesa encontrada en un mercadillo. El sol de la mañana de mi yelda.

Cometas en el cielo, Khaled Hosseini.