dilluns, 4 de juny de 2007

Unwritten

Un altre dia ha passat, un altre dia de festa, en aquest cas. Avui he descobert que necessito vacances. Com a mínim, m'he sentit molt bé amb la sensació de diumenge sense cap preocupació, fent tant sols el que em venia de gust fer. I no tinc gaire per explicar, la veritat, però he sentit una cançó que m'ha posat de bon rotllo just abans de sortir a fer un volt. I continuo amb les cançons de bon rotllo, perquè aquesta vida és una merda i tots ho sabem, però si alguna cosa et posa de bon humor, doncs aprofita-la. Sé que no estic escrivint res de bo darrerament, i demano disculpes, però mira, com diu la Natasha Bedingfield, encara queda molta història per escriure, i ja sortirà. Us semblarà que faig propaganda de Pantene o alguna cosa similar, però no és així, aquesta cançoneta ja em pujava la moral abans que l'hagin recuperat de l'oblit per un AD força lamentable, tot s'ha de dir. Aquí va. Busqueu les paraules que conformaran la vostra història i escriviu-les, mica en mica, sense pressa, que encara ens queda molta vida...

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah

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