Aún Hay Más
José Madero
There's Still More
The ghost of the past arrived
A portrait of what has already ended
Will those times ever return, or do we consider them dead?
Age adds points
The Reaper advances more and more
In this great abyss of what could have been and never was
Before everything was better
Before everything was colorful
That's a mistake, as idealizing the past serves no purpose
What I feel is fear
I really like the verb to cling
When it comes to memories, as well
At 30, you only look back, posterity matters little
Living in yesterday
Nothing new can happen
I have age, I have years, yet youth is what I lack
How I wish to value
I fear time
I feel the burn, as the years turn my surroundings into fire
What I feel is fear
What I feel is pain
What I feel is love
