[Song] Missing

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain

Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout down to me
Where I always used to be

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain

Back on the train
I ask why did I come again?
Can I confess I've been hanging around your old address?
The years have proved, to offer nothing since you moved
You're long gone
But I can't move on

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
The deserts miss the rain - like the deserts miss the rain
The deserts miss the rain
like the deserts miss the rain



Missing-Everything but the Girl

Eighteen years ago...

Eighteen years ago, a day as today, I was still attending to school.

My grandparents would take me there. The pupils would form rows, one for each class, on colored lines painted on the floor. At half past nine, we would enter into the classes.

Two hours later, we would enjoy half an hour outside, at the playground. We would run, fall down, laugh, exchange stickers, and play games with our friends.

That day, Something special happened. I didn´t play nor exchange stickers. I remember that I was totally absorbed. And I didn´t want to tell anybody about it. It was my secret.

So, today, eighteen years later, I only can say: Nice to meet you and happy birthday, M.!

Motorbikes and winter

These Christmas, I had ridden on a motorbike.

My brother and I had to go to other city, 30km away from the place where we were, and we didn`t have a car available, so we picked his motorbike. We could have get on the train or bus, but they are too slow.

We put on our helmets, and we get on it. I wouldn´t drive it, therefore I could just enjoy the ride.

Initially, all went right. We were driving at low speed, and I was watching the urban landscape: Buildings, night lights and cars. It was great!

Some minutes later, we entered in the motorway. Our speed had increased: It was around 100km/h, and I started to realise that wind plus low temperatures are not a good combination. I suppose that the temperature was approximately 10ºC. It could seem not a low one, but I felt as it was worse.

The cold air went through my coat. My gloves weren´t good enough to avoid my fingers being chilled to the bone. My feet hurt. As time passed by, the freezing sensation was even more unbearable, although I tried to hide my hands and feet from the wind.

After 50 minutes on the motorbike, we finally arrived to our destiny.

I got my body as if a frost had reached my skin. We parked the motorbike and started to walk. Luckily, after some minutes, I recovered myself and felt better.

Next time, I will take my best gloves and shoes. And I will put my pyjama under my jeans to keep my legs warm!... Or it may be better to keep motorbikes for the summer.