Un buen ejercicio sería ir escribiendo acerca de aquellos lugares en los que nos sintamos a gusto, aunque estemos solos, el lugar nos acompaña, siempre.
Aquí puedes escucharla en vivo.
To build a home, just love this song. The description of "home" is beautiful, perception goes further, the place changes the person.
A good exercise may be writing about those places where we feel comfortable, even if we are alone, the place is always with us.
Listen to it here.
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the colour of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
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