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Porque es dificil...

Es dificil,
olvidar mi pasado,
Cerrar mis ojos,
y mirar al futuro,
Cuando no sabes que viene,
Y sabes que lo que vino,
ya se ha ido.

Miras las piezas,
Que han seguido un camino,
Te identificas,
Y desvaneces,
remplazado en el futuro de otros.

Quieres llorar,
Tus emociones no puedes aguantar,
Rompes el rompecabeza de tu historia,
Y aunque quieres recoger las piezas...

Miras al piso, y el presente se ha formado.
Notas que las piezas forman algo nuevo,
y el pasado no se ha ido,
Sigue alli, y el futuro tambien.

Quizas lleguen nuevas piezas,
O vuelvan viejas,
pero todo sigue alli,
y aunque la vista se nubla,
y tus ojos apenas se aguantan,

Sonries porque tu vida no es facil,
Porque viviste por un motivo,
Porque no fue en vano,
Porque extranas el pasado,
Porque viviste tu vida,
Pero encima de todo...

Porque las miles de millas,
que separan tu corazon,
no disuelven tu historia,
porque el tiempo,
no disuelve tu amor,
pero mas que todo,
porque el futuro,
siempre tendra sus piezas,
del pasado.


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