Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify them, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify them, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
Que sepas que sigo siendo la misma loca, la tuya, la mía, la nuestra, la de nadie. Que sepas que sigo cerrando los ojos y te miro por todas partes, que el viento me sigue trayendo tu risa y la lluvia me sigue mojando de ti. Que sigo siendo la misma loca, la romántica, la cursi. La que desgasta insomnios pensándote, la que te sueña y amanece sin ti. La que reza, la que te susurra antes de cerrar los ojos. Yo, la que sólo tú conoces, mujer de mil letras y caricias calmas. Que sepas que sigo siendo yo, que soy, que estoy, que vivo y suspiro para llenarte el alma en cada sorbo que le das al aire. Que sepas que sigo siendo yo, con piel nueva todas las mañanas, con sueños eternos. Que sigo siendo yo, contigo, sin ti, extrañándote, escribiéndote, susurrando en tu oído, no me olvides, no me olvides. Sigo siendo tan yo y tan tuya, como siempre, como nunca.
