Friday, October 3, 2003

As I came to the finishing point of my jogging this evening, a familiar song played on the radio. What do you know, it was Los Apson’s “Fue En Un Café” — a song I loved to play over and over again when I was in my early teens. Months ago, this song would have hit the nail right on the head when it came to describing the way I felt. It still applies today, but not to the same degree…

Translation:

Remembering that I abandoned her, I begin to cry not knowing what I must do to get over her. True, her absence kills me, but I know I shouldn’t seek her.

It was at a coffee shop that I left her. It’s there that I saw her cry, refusing to hear what she had to say. Remembering this causes me pain, but then it hits me that she once cheated on me. This leads me to realize that in abandoning her, I did the right thing.

Fue En Un Café (Los Apson)

Cuando yo recuerdo que una vez,
la abandoné
yo me pongo a llorar
y no sé que hacer para olvidar..

oh yo no sé, que voy a hacer,
su ausencia me mata y yo
no puedo volver.

(Fue en un café…) donde yo la dejé
(fue en un café..) donde la abandoné
(fue en un café..) donde la vi llorar
(fue en un café) y no quise escuchar
(fue en un café), eh eh eh.

Cuando yo recuerdo que una vez me engañó
el dolor me hace ver,
que al dejarla yo tuve razón

Friday, October 3, 2003

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