Objects of my affection

Otra del soundtrack de mi vida, en esta última etapa mía en Chihuahua, de reflexiones, de cierres de ciclos y de objetos de mi afecto (L) que son mis amigos preciosos que han contribuído a cambios varios en mí.

Peter, Bjorn and John

I remember when, when i first moved here, a long time ago,
'cause I heard some song I used to hear back then, a lone time ago.

I remember when, even further back, in another town,
'cause I saw something written I used to say back then, hard to comprehend

And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now?
I happily have to disagree;
I laugh more often now,
I cry more often now,
I am more me.

But of cause some days I just lie around and hardly exist,
and I can't tell apart what I'm eating, from my hand or my wrist
'cause flesh is flesh, flesh as flesh as flesh, the difference is thin.

But life has a certain ability or breating new life into me, so i breathe it in.

It says "here we are, and we all are here, and you still can make sense,
If you just show up and present an honest face, instead of that grin".

And the other day, this new friend of mine, said something to me:
"just because something starts differently, doesn't mean it's worth less."

And I soaked it in, how i soaked it in,
and just as to prove how right he was, then you came.

So I'm gonna give, yes I'm gonna give,I'm gonna give you a try,
yes I'm gonna give, I'm gonna give you a try.