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Listen My immortal   Blejan Estoy tan cansada de estar aquí (I'm so tired of being here) Dominada por todos mis miedos infantiles (suppressed by all my childish fears) Mygal   Y si te tienes que ir (And if you have to leave) Desearía que solamente ya te fueras (I wish that you would just leave) Both Pues tú presencia aún permanece aquí ('Cause your presence still lingers here) Y no me deja a solas (And it won't leave me alone) Blejan Estás heridas no parecen sanar, el dolor es tan real, hay tanto tiempo que no se puede borrar (These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase) Mygal   Cuando llorabas, limpiaba todas tus lágrimas (When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears) Cuando gritabas, luchaba contra todos tus miedos (When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears) Blejan Y yo sostuve tu mano todos estos años pero tú tienes aún todo de mí (And I held your hand through all of...
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words - palabras

Esta canción siempre me recuerda a mi tía Lulú cuando a mis fabulosos 12 años me dijo que por favor le tradujera está canción  Y hoy, sin buscarlo me recordó a ti. O al menos a esa parte de ti que me amó, me ama y me amará siempre, como yo a ti. Words - palabras  Words don't come easy to me How can I find a way to make you see I Love you words don't come Easy  Words don't come easy to me this is the only way for me to say I love you words don't come easy  Well I'm just a music men melodies so far my best friend but my words are coming out wrong gotta I reveal my heart to you then, hope that you believe it's true cause  Words don't come easy to me how can I find a way to make you see I love you words don't come easy  This is just a simple song that I made for you on my own there's no hidden meaning you know, when I, when I say I love you honey please believe I really do 'cause Words don't come easy to me how can I find a way to make you see I...
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What I've done

Blejan was flying around up in the sky of Mexico City. Her spread wings shining with the sun rays touching her litmus skin... The weather is nice. 21ºC. Her body comes and turned itself mimicking the cloudy state there. Laying her feets to the skyscraper in Polanco she can watch what's left of the green in the city. Chapultepec, Los Viveros in Coyoacán, the forest sorrounding what's mainly gray and black. The concrete aspect of the place, the burning heat. The running all over. Everyone trying to catch the next bus, the next stop in a nonsense runaround of being alive in this huge city. She can breathe the stress, the anguish, but also the hopes and dreams, all those noises of several millions of minds creating altogether the reality they think is best. Some of them are scaping reality by just telling themselves tomorrow would get better, that there's a future day which would be better. They could rest. They'll do what their hearts telling them. There's a day when, ...
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