Llevo el ritmo en la sangre.

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground.

What have you found? The same old fears.Wish you were here.

Pink Floyd - Wish you were here.

Paso a paso. Los sonidos del silencio cada vez se hacen más amenos.

Imagen: sin efectos, sin calidad, sin nada más que decir.