Sueños.... quizás no.

Andamos y vagabundeamos por la vida. A veces, creemos que con paso firme. Otras en zigzag...

Ilusión de un futuro incierto, pero siempre posible. Nada está escrito y todo por escribir.

Como las líneas de Azca, solo podremos ver lo que es, en la distancia, cuando ya es demasiado tarde para arrepentirse.

El tiempo es ahora. El pasado es un algo extinto y el mañana, solo una ilusión.

Ahora, es tiempo de descansar. Relajar la mente y dejarnos llevar por la corriente de los deseos y los sueños. Ya habrá tiempo de contemplar los fósiles dejados por el pasado... y llorar por lo no hecho.

Dulces sueños a todos.

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused!

I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you

Movin' on
Hold your head up
Movin' on
Keep your head up (repeats 3x)

Movin' on!

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you