NYC. The end.

Todo tiene su final, y mi viaje también, claro.

Ya estoy en casita, aún despistado con el cambio horario (pero con unas ganas locas de volver mañana al curro...), aunque mi kabeza es probable que permanezca en NYC durante un tiempo, que ya nos conocemos.

Por lo pronto, sigo escuchando el último disco de Norah Jones, que ha sido mi banda sonora obsesiva estos días.



I'll go back to Manhattan
As if nothing ever happened
When I cross that bridge
It'll be as if this don't exist

I have a prince who is waiting
And it came about time
I'll go back to Manhattan
As if nothing ever happened

You don't have to speak at all
I won't look into your eyes,
And I won't have to fall
You don't have to speak at all

But Brooklyn holds you
It holds my heart too
What a fool I was to think I could let them both go

You don't have to speak at all
I won't look into your eyes,
And I won't have to fall
I don't have to speak at all

I should go back to Manhattan
It's just a train ride away
I know nothing about leaving
But I know I should do it today

Norah Jones



If I touched myself
The way you touched me
If I could hold myself
The way you held me

Then I wouldn't need you
I wouldn't need you
No, I wouldn't need you
To love me

If I could replace
The things you gave me
If I could see my face
Without the tragedy

Then I wouldn't need you
I wouldn't need you
No, I wouldn't need you
To love me

But I do
So come back
Come back

If you could see the way I act
When I'm alone
If you could hear my voice crack
Over the phone

Then you'd know I need you
You'd I need you
Oh, you'd know I need you
To love me

Norah Jones