Wish you were here

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 we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

-Waters, Gilmour-

Soy el alma perdida de la letra, que habita el espacio del silencio. La que inventa un sueño y el tiempo lo estrella contra el muro de cristal de una pecera. La que aprende a vivir de respiros prestados, porque al final se sabe que quien vive así de nada es dueño.