Reaching High

English texts below: Habían pasado semanas desde la última vez que nos vimos, pero en mi mente, el tiempo no obedecía calendarios. Lo sentía aún presente en las pequeñas cosas: una canción vieja que sonaba en la radio, el eco de una risa que no era precisamente la suya, pero que lo era todo. Yo me pregunto si habíamos sentido lo mismo, si en algún rincón del pensamiento, escondido detrás de mil otras cosas, por un segundo imaginamos un futuro compartido. Pero la vida, con su forma silenciosa de avanzar, nunca espera a que las dudas se aclaren. Esa tarde, mientras el viento cálido empujaba las hojas del parque donde solíamos caminar, cerró los ojos. Ya no dolía. No del todo. Solo quedaba esa pregunta flotando entre el pecho y el recuerdo: ¿Y si todavía podemos ser lo que alguna vez quisimos ser los dos? Letra: Prodria ser, mas de una vez Lo que pensamos los dos Tendria pensar después, lo que quisimos ser los dos Mirando al frente, sintiendo el viento. Pensando fuerte en lo que viene. No siente nada de tu distancia, no siento nada mas Quedate, acércate Ven a ver lo que pasa aquí Ven a ser mas feliz Tienes que estar aqui Sintiendo que aqui se va Sientiendo que la felicidad Me puede me dar algo mejor De lo que tu no sabes mas Prodria ser, mas de una vez Lo que pensamos los dos Tendria pensar después, lo que quisimos ser los dos Mirando al frente, sintiendo el viento. Pensando fuerte en lo que viene. No siente nada de tu distancia, no siento nada mas English (mostly google translate ... I was a bit lazy :D): It had been weeks since we last saw each other, but in my mind, time didn’t follow calendars. I could still feel you in the smallest things: an old song playing on the radio, the echo of a laugh that wasn’t exactly yours, but somehow it was everything. I wonder if we felt the same, if somewhere deep in our thoughts, buried under a thousand other things, we each, just for a moment, imagined a future we could share. But life, in its quiet way of moving forward, never waits for doubts to clear. That afternoon, as the warm wind brushed through the leaves in the park where we used to walk, I closed my eyes. It didn’t hurt anymore. Not completely. Only one question remained, floating somewhere between memory and heart: What if we can still become what we once dreamed of being—together? Lyrics: It could be, more than once, What we both thought. I would have to think later About what we wanted to be, the two of us. Looking ahead, Feeling the wind. Thinking hard about what’s coming. I don’t feel anything from your distance, I don’t feel anything else. Stay, come closer. Come see what’s happening here. Come be happier. You have to be here. Feeling that it’s slipping away, Feeling that happiness Could give me something better Than what you no longer know. It could be, more than once, What we both thought. I would have to think later About what we wanted to be, the two of us. Looking ahead, Feeling the wind. Thinking hard about what’s coming. I don’t feel anything from your distance, I don’t feel anything else.