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Por ahora me gustaría

Me gustaría extender el alma, llorar contigo.
Me gustaría no tenerte tan lejos, apapachar tu nombre.
Me gustaría tomar tu mano y beber de tu tristeza. 
Me gustaría ahora regalarte libertad. 

Me gustaría ahora extender mi alma, cobijar tus sueños. 
Me gustaría ahora verte llorar, purificar tus anhelos. 
Me gustaría ahora abrir caminos, no estar tan lejos.
Me gustaría ahora escuchar tus sollozos al amanecer. 

Me gustaría ahora abrazarte fuerte, me gustaría verte simular tu fuerza.
Me gustaría ahora escuchar tus lamentos, curar tus heridas. 
Me gustaría ahora tenerte en mi pecho, sentirte dormida. 
Me gustaría hacer que tu dolor se vaya al amanecer. 

Y por ahora todo nos duele. 
Y por ahora el insomnio te invade. 
Y por ahora tus heridas siguen sangrando.
Y por ahora ser fuerte es un asunto marginal. 

Y por ahora no oímos.
Y por ahora caminamos sobre piedras.
Y por ahora lloramos hacia adentro.
Y por ahora sólo las estrellas nos pueden cobijar. 

Y por ahora hay alma que alcance. 
Y por ahora tenemos demasiada distancia. 
Y por ahora acumulamos tristeza. 
Y por ahora no existe la libertad. 

Me gustaría decir que todo pasa Soffi
Y por ahora no hay nada más Lau

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