We are the clumsy passersby, we push past each other with elbows, with feet, with trousers, with suitcases, we get off the train, the jet plane, the ship, we step down in our wrinkled suits and sinister hats. We are all guilty, we are all sinners, we come from dead-end hotels or industrial peace, this might be our last clean shirt, we have misplaced our tie, yet even so, on the edge of panic, pompous, sons of bitches who move in the highest circles or quiet types who don't owe anything to anybody, we are one and the same, the same in time's eyes, or in solitude's: we are the poor devils who earn a living and a death working bureautragically or in the usual ways, sitting down or packed together in subway stations, boats, mines, research centers, jails, universities, breweries, (under our clothes the same thirsty skin), (the hair, the same hair, only in different colors).
Ya sé por qué le ganó a nuestro labio el silencio, y es que el reloj no tiene el tiempo, no tiene el miedo. El caso es que no conseguimos aislarnos del resto de este mundo, donde los humanos cambian los sueños por aire. Dame alguna excusa que nos salve, o que nos traguen siete mares, pero no me quites el coraje.
Hey Sara, you seem pretty neat. & I too am from Wisconsin. Around where are you from? I checked out Silent Point after seeing how much you like them and I dig them too. Good job.
I'm glad you like them! They're not only amazing musicians, but they're some of the nicest guys I've ever met. It sucks that they broke up... but now I've got three side projects to follow, so it's all good.
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And I appreciate your Walter rainbow. ^^
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We are the clumsy passersby, we push past each other with elbows,
with feet, with trousers, with suitcases,
we get off the train, the jet plane, the ship, we step down
in our wrinkled suits and sinister hats.
We are all guilty, we are all sinners,
we come from dead-end hotels or industrial peace,
this might be our last clean shirt,
we have misplaced our tie,
yet even so, on the edge of panic, pompous,
sons of bitches who move in the highest circles
or quiet types who don't owe anything to anybody,
we are one and the same, the same in time's eyes,
or in solitude's: we are the poor devils
who earn a living and a death working
bureautragically or in the usual ways,
sitting down or packed together in subway stations,
boats, mines, research centers, jails,
universities, breweries,
(under our clothes the same thirsty skin),
(the hair, the same hair, only in different colors).
We are the clumsy passerby, Pablo Neruda
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y es que el reloj no tiene el tiempo,
no tiene el miedo.
El caso es que no conseguimos aislarnos del resto de
este mundo,
donde los humanos cambian los sueños por aire.
Dame alguna excusa que nos salve,
o que nos traguen siete mares,
pero no me quites el coraje.
extract from Enséñame tus manos by Alejandro Sanz
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awindingroad4,
snowyduerre,
and I are your new friends :)
I'm Hannah ♥
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I'm Sara, if you didn't know.
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& I too am from Wisconsin.
Around where are you from?
I checked out Silent Point after seeing how much you like them and I dig them too. Good job.
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I'm in Fond du Lac... you?
I'm glad you like them! They're not only amazing musicians, but they're some of the nicest guys I've ever met. It sucks that they broke up... but now I've got three side projects to follow, so it's all good.
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Know where it is?
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