EL último encuentro

Uno siempre responde con su vida entera a las preguntas más imporantes. No
importa lo que diga, no importa con qué palabras y con qué argumentos trate de
defenderse. Al final, al final de todo, uno responde a todas las preguntas con
los hechos de su vida: a las preguntas que el mundo le ha hecho una y otra vez.
Las preguntas son éstas: ¿Quién eres?...¿Qué has querido de verdad?...¿Qué has
sabido de verdad?...¿A qué has sido fiel o infiel?...Con qué y con quién te has
comportado con valentía o con cobardía?...Éstas son las preguntas. Uno responde
como puede, diciendo la verdad o mintiendo: eso no importa. Lo que sí importa es
que uno al final, responde con su vida entera.

"El último encuentro "
Sándor Márai

The The

The Whisperers

A lonely silhouette

Smoking a cigarette

Hoping for the phone to ring

Though she's sick of the sound

Of people's mouths

Winding her up

And putting her down

Don't get sad

When people that you trusted stab you in the back

So, you thought they were your friends?

Now you know (now you know)

There's one thing in life that holds

And now she wants to cry

Staying in on Friday night

Lying in her birthday suit

And listening to the bickering

From the room above

And wondering if it's fear of loneliness or love

That keeps people like that together

Forever...

Don't get sad

When people that you trust stab you in the back

So, you thought they were your friends?

Now you know (now you know)

There's one thing in life that holds

You're on your own (you've gotta grow)