Fragmento de la canción: (Colapso / Kevin Kaarl)
“No sé porqué tendré esa sensación de ser alguien de paso en la vida de las personas, que tarde o temprano encontrarán algo o alguien mejor y seré expectorado de sus vidas. A veces las experiencias pasadas hacen parecer mi vida una maldición.”
My 13 year old cousin came back from a date with her boyfriend and said, "I can't wait to grow up and spend sunday afternoons with him." At first, I wanted to laugh (after all they're just 13), but I remember being 13 and having the world in my hands. I remember getting excited to talk to someone about my dreams and wishes, and how happy these daydreams and fantasies made me. There's this innocence you can only have at 13 and the world rises and falls and crashes and burns every year... until you do not think about quiet sunday afternoons.
So I asked her about the date and heard her giggle about bubblegum flavored ice cream, and how much she loves this little life. I think she makes me love it too.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
Los recuerdos siempre puentes, nunca abismos, que si son abismos no son recuerdos si no traumas.
