Embotellando el tiempo

Pasa el tiempo y nada pasa. Pasa el tiempo y el sentimiento se aferra al corazón. Los “what ifs” siguen su inexorable proceso de acumulación. Me gustaría poder guardar en una botella los momentos que compartí con ella, y aquellos que hubiese podido compartir y decirle lo que siento, lo que sentí, lo que me guardé, lo que guardo, mientras vemos pasar la eternidad. Me gustaría arrancar a la eternidad esos momentos, y excluirlos del paso del tiempo. El tiempo, ese invento humano que nos limita, nos constriñe, nos engrandece y permite enriquecernos de experiencias. El tiempo, el peor enemigo del corazón, creador y sepulturero de las memorias. Pasa el tiempo y yo la sigo queriendo.



If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that Id like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
Id save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
Ive looked around enough to know
That youre the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
Ive looked around enough to know
That youre the one I want to go
Through time with