I'm broken, do you have a hug?
That these last months have been difficult, the past year left a lot of things, some beautiful, others that nevertheless leave me a bitter taste of nostalgia. A year in which leaving the comfort zone became the daily routine, changing everything and giving it a 180 degree turn, new people came, who helped me to keep on paddling it, who laughed a thousand laughs, and who passed from being strangers to the type of person that you end up telling about the love disappointment with fries in between. But in addition, there were other people, who were already before, who stand firm at the foot of the canyon, and accompanied me with more than one song, to them, all total thanks.
To you, to you instead, I do not know what to thank you for, yes, a year passed, and you were an active agent in it, you came from nowhere, and as if nothing, you broke all the schemes, the prototype of a person that does not, no, and no, but in the end, in the end I thought so. You turned out to be responsible for endless smiles, those that come out of nowhere, even if you have a terrible day, even if everything falls, a word, your voice, a hug reached me, it was fucking enough to laugh with my heart ( yes, I think I'm becoming corny, but yes), to listen to your jokes, your problems and how I tried to solve each of them, because seeing you wrong, is the kind of thing that makes you break, that ended up being the person It came to my mind when I heard Anguilita from La Gran Piñata , worthy of dedicating songs fromThe Pastillas del Abuelo , because for me all the songs were you, you were good rock. Back and forth, and despite everything, I'm still talking about you as the one who talks about your favorite food, yes, you're all good, but instead, you're also the cause of not letting go of a beer while I wait for you, and then of a few, I end up in the cord of the path, not alone, but without you, that hurts. It hurts, because you come and go, you leave fires, and you do not turn them off, you do not take care of the rest, and you go back, when it comes back to flower, to leave again, that tires. But I forgave everything, I still forgive you, because you do not have an idea of how much, how much I like you, or able to have an idea, and that's why you do what you do.
I want to forgive you now, I want to be angry, because the glass was filled with water, and not only are you the last drop, you are all that filled it. Trusting you is playing with a double-edged knife. You do the things that you do in a somewhat selfish way, then in a moment the line goes by. You already go 10km later.
I do not feel disappointment, I feel broken, as if I should feel many things, but in reality I do not feel now, there is nothing. I do not know how to stop loving you, love you and try not to, in both terms the same: broken.
And when one is like that, only a hug takes effect, do you want to know something funny? I want a hug from you, I would pay for a hug from you, now, because as well as you break, sanás. You end up being the cure and the illness, I do not know how to deal with this, I feel that I am going to miss you a lot, you stayed inside, you knocked down walls without knowing it, you broke everything.
I feel very human, I'm broken, do you have a hug?
