Wish u were here

Yesterday I was in the bus on my way home, listening to my tunes and this song came out, and in the minute I heard that sentence I remembered someone. Someone really special that we may not talk very often, but of whom I keep great memories and I really wish he was here.
So, here u are the lyrics, for that special someone, for that special friend.

Wish you were here - Pink Floyd
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

In memory of Antonio Razeto

In memory of Antonio Razeto, my grandfather, who died on
November 13th.2008 at the age of 86. Tata, I will always love you and
you will always be in my heart.

Broken Vows by Lady Gregory

This semester I read "The Dead", written by James Joyce and at first I thought: "Wow!! This is a looooong short story" But then I started to read it and it was great!! I really loved it. Then, this weekend, my dad lent me the movie based on the short story and I loved it!!! Well, in the movie and the short story there appears a reference to a poem, which I loved while I was watching the movie, that is, the title of this entry: "Broken Vows" by Lady Gregory.
Now, my intention is for you to know the poem, so here you are:

It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh.
It is you are the lonely bird through the woods;
and that you may be without a mate until you find me.

You promised me, and you said a lie to me,
that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked;
I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you,
and I found nothing there but a bleating lamb.

You promised me a thing that was hard for you,
a ship of gold under a silver mast;
twelve towns with a market in all of them,
and a fine white court by the side of the sea.

You promised me a thing that is not possible,
that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish;
that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird;
and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.

When I go by myself to the Well of Loneliness,
I sit down and I go through my trouble;
when I see the world and do not see my boy,
he that has an amber shade in his hair.

It was on that Sunday I gave my love to you;
the Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday.
And myself on my knees reading the Passion;
and my two eyes giving love to you for ever.

My mother said to me not to be talking with you today,
or tomorrow, or on the Sunday;
it was a bad time she took for telling me that;
it was shutting the door after the house was robbed.

My heart is as black as the blackness of the sloe,
or as the black coal that is on the smith's forge;
or as the sole of a shoe left in white halls;
it was you that put that darkness over my life.

You have taken the east from me; you have taken the west from me;
you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me;
and my fear is great that you have taken God from me!