Clementine: I wish you had stayed.
Joel: I wish I had stayed to. NOW I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had... I wish I had stayed. I do.

Clementine: Well I came back downstairs and you were gone!

Joel: I walked out, I walked out the door!

Clementine: Why?

Joel: I don't know. I felt like I was a scared little kid, I was like... it was above my head, I don't know.

Clementine: You were scared?

Joel: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.

Clementine: Was it something I said?

Joel: Yeah, you said "so go." With such disdain, you know?

Clementine: Oh, I'm sorry.

Joel: It's okay.

Clementine: Joely? What if you stayed this time?

Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left.

Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let's pretend we had one.

Clementine: Bye Joel.

Joel: I love you...

Clementine: Meet me... in Montauk...

recordando (lo) (nos)

...y dormíamos tan juntos que amanecíamos siameses,

y medíamos el tiempo en latidos,

y su pulso resonada en mis sienes y muñecas como diminutas patas de ciempiés.

.

( era tan facil estar con él )

Perfectos desconocidos

mirando por la ventana del nunca

sin ver más allá de nuestros pecados.

Esclavos de un futuro mejor

que no ha llegado,

que se enredó con nuestras esperanzas

hace tanto tiempo que ni me acuerdo.

Cómplices de la muerte de los viejos ideales

que ya no decían nada a nadie

y menos a nosotros.

Eternos aspirantes al día,

buscando la recompensa de la luz,

queriendo dejar a la espalda la noche

o por lo menos respirar.

Siguiendo las huellas del resto

en la procura de un horizonte.

Buscando el gesto para cada momento

esperando una mejor soledad

mientras le reimos las gracias a la vida.

Fugitivos de una canción

creo que de amor

o de otro tipo de enfermedad.

Hablando por no escuchar

haciéndonos daño

por que nos queremos

a pesar del tiempo.

Interpretando cada día un papel

sin saber quien es quien.

Muriendo en cada verso

esperando tus besos,

soñando con el final perfecto

aunque tenga miedo.

Monochrome ( Yann Tiersen)

Anyway, i can try
anything it's the same circle
that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now.

Anyway, i've lost my face,
my dignity, my look,
all of these things are gone
and i'm tired now.

But don't be scared,
i found a good job and i go to work
every day on my old bicycle you loved.

I'm pilling up some unread books under my bed
and i really think i'll never read again.

No concentration,
just a white disorder
everywhere around me,
you know i'm so tired now.

But don't worry
i often go to dinners and parties
with some old friends who care for me,
take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
only abscence near me,
nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life,
only abscence near me,
nothing but silence around me.

Sometimes i search an event
or something to remember,
but i've really got nothing in mind.

Sometimes i open the windows
and listen people walking in the down streets.
there is a life out there.

But don't be scared,
i found a good job and i go to work
every day on my old bicycle you loved.

Anyway, i can try
anything it's the same circle
that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now.

Anyway, i've lost my face,
my dignity, my look,
all of these things are gone
and i'm tired now.

But don't be scared,
i found a good job and i go to work
every day on my old bicycle you loved.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
only abscence near me,
nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat,
monochrome life,
only abscence near me,
nothing but silence around me.

Digo vuelo,
y me elevo a 3000 pies de altura,
nunca supe cuánto es eso, espero que mucho.

Digo tiempo,
y todos los semáforos se ponen en rojo,
para que nos podamos dar un beso.

Digo paz,
y abandono las armas, por fin olvido.

Digo exilio,
y te veo lejos, así como estas.

Digo noviembre,
y viajo en el tiempo, 10 años atras.

Digo amor,
porque se me escapa,
como al que se le escapa un suspiro.

Digo poema,
y te escribo, y te leo y te veo.

Digo felicidad
y me meto en tu abrazo, en tu olor.

3 Utiles instrumentos para la vida:

1- Memoria selectiva para recordar lo bueno.
2- Prudencia lógica para no arruinar el presente.
3- Optimismo desafiante para encarar el futuro.



Fragmento La suma de los días (Isabel Allende)

En realidad, prefiero la ciencia a la religión. Si me dan a escoger entre Dios y el aire acondicionado, me quedo con el aire.