Most of the time

Quiero que   sepas   una cosa.     Tú sabes cómo es esto:   si miro   la luna de cristal, la rama roja   del lento otoño en mi ventana,   si toco   junto al fuego   la impalpable ceniza   o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,   todo me lleva a ti,   como si todo lo que existe:   aromas, luz, metales,   fueran pequeños barcos que navegan   hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.     Ahora bien,   si poco a poco dejas de quererme   dejaré de quererte poco a poco.     Si de pronto   me olvidas   no me busques,   que ya te habré olvidado.     Si consideras largo y loco   el viento de banderas   que pasa por mi vida   y te decides   a dejarme a la orilla   del corazón en que tengo raíces,   piensa   que en esa día,   a esa hora   levantaré los brazos   y saldrán mis raíces   a buscar otra tierra.     Pero   si cada día,   cada hora,   sientes que a mí estás destinada   con dulzura implacable,   si cada día sube   una flor a tus labios a buscarme,   ay amor mío, ay mía,   en mí todo ese fuego se repite,   en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,   mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,   y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos   sin salir de los míos.

Most of   the time   I'm clear focused all around,   Most of the time   I can keep both feet on the ground,   I can follow the path, I can read the signs,   Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,   I can handle whatever I stumble upon,   I don't even notice she's gone,   Most of the time.   Most of   the time   It's well understood,   Most of the time   I wouldn't change it if I could,   I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,   I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,   I can survive, I can endure   And I don't even think about her   Most of the time.   Most of   the time   My head is on straight,   Most of the time   I'm strong enough not to hate.   I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,   I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick   I can smile in the face of mankind.   Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine   Most of the time.   Most of   the time   She ain't even in my mind,   I wouldn't know her if I saw her   She's that far behind.   Most of the time   I can't even be sure   If she was ever with me   Or if I was with her.   Most of   the time   I'm halfway content,   Most of the time   I know exactly where I went,   I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,   Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,   I don't compromised and I don't pretend,   I don't even care if I ever see her again   Most of the time.

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