Floristeria - El Jardín De Los No Ausentes

Flores Para El Ataúd

Supongo que no somos conscientes
Del poder de la muerte
Hasta que llega
Hasta que cena
Que incluso, te lastima en el espíritu
Atravesando su oz, por tu cuerpo
Desgarrando tu alma y corazón
Sin ser mortal
Es lo que llamamos
Perdida
Es un recordatorio de la muerte
Que te mira de re-ojo
Mientras se aleja derrepente
Quien sin sentimiento alguno
Sin humanidad
Sin bondad
Te dice
Sigues tu, hermana
Por eso aprendandamos
A ser empaticos, a compartir nuestra bondad
Es la única forma de que al morir
Podamos irnos en paz
Sabiendo que nuestra esencia, permanecerá

Atribuir alma
A algo que no existe
Es humanizar, cosas que no comprendemos
Tener conciencia de tu propia mente
Te hace querer anhelarlo todo
Hay que aprender q ser ambiciosos
No avariciosos ni codiciosos
Pero si
Hay que aprender
A ser
Seres estoicos

Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link

Other Album Tracks

All Album Tracks: El Jardín De Los No Ausentes >

Altri album

All Albums of Floristeria >

Rockol

Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.

Feedback

Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.