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Que afan el mio que despues de 369 dias me emperre en traerte junto a mi.. hoy hace 369 dias dijiste.. hay te ves! y tranquilamente te fuiste y yo tranquilamente me quede, sin llorar, sin caras tristes, sin remordimientos ni nada por el estilo. Pero es extraño que cuente los dias desde el dia que te fuiste, ese ultimo dia en el que tomaste mi mano con tu mano aspera, fuerte y grande y vi tu cara y me quede sin palabras..

En 369 dias he hecho y deshecho lo que se me ha pegado en gana.. esa vida en libertad, que sé dejaste en mi.

Y ya son 369 dias.. y los que vienen.

No more trips to Grafton Street, no more goin’ there, to see you lying still, while we all come and go. no more watching sunsets, it seems like summer’s holding on. and no more standing quietly at your window. no more driving down your road, wond'ring when you’ll be home. and no more peace when they all leave and leave us two alone. and time we always lose is finally found here with you. my love, i know we’re losing but i will stand here by you. no more calling friends from the car saying “i don’t know when, i’ll be there but i’ll do my best to come.” no more letting you warm my hands, no more trying to take it in. and no more saying “goodbye for the last time again” and no more saying “goodbye for the last time again” and time we always lose is finally found here with you. my love, i know you’re leaving but i will stand here by you. no more trips to Grafton Street, no more goin’ there, o more sitting up all night, waiting for any word. nothing’s left that’s safe here now, nothing will bring you home nothing can bring us the peace we had in Grafton Street…