(se) Parece (a) la lluvia

Y si, parece que es la lluvia. No es que no quiera que venga, pero la canción dice que su llegada atrae el dolor, la ausencia y las malas costumbres. I THINK IT LOOKS LIKE RAIN.

Regidos por los casilleros de días, hoy se supone, ya estamos. De a poco se nubla, se forman, se hacen las paces y caen pareciéndose a la lluvia, hermosa. Estemos atentos, los días crecen, "la misma lluvia trae la salvación y la catástrofe", "cuando llueve, el cielo nos sonríe con lágrimas" (Narosky).

...Words by John Perry Barlow

I woke today...
And felt your side of bed
The covers were still warm where you'd been layin'.
You were gone...
My heart was filled with dread.
You might not be sleepin' here again

It's alright, 'cause I love you.
And that's not gonna change.
Run me round, make me hurt again and again.
But I'll still sing you love songs
Written in the letters of your name.
And brave the storm to come,
For it surely looks like rain.

Did you ever waken to the sound
Of street cats makin' love
And guess from their cries
You were listenin' to a fight?
Well, you know...
Hate's just the last thing they're thinkin' of.
They're only trying to make it through the night.

I only want to hold you.
I don't want to tie you down.
Or fence you in the lines
I might have drawn.
It's just that I've gotten used to
Havin' you around.
My landscape would be empty
If you were gone.