Soundtrack To a Lifetime //

He walked along, wherever the street took him. He had his iPod on and a guitar hanging on his back, and his hands were drumming along to some punk rock inside his head. Where was he going? No one knew for sure, except him, and he had locked the thought away into a secret chamber inside his labyrinth mind.

Every once and then he'd stop, take a notebook out of his guitar's gig bag and write down a song, or some chords he had come up with. Some suggested sad, dark songs; others went angry and against everything he was forced to bow down to. He'd write a drum line, and add vocals. He was a musician. He wrote about what he'd heard, what he'd seen, what he'd felt... Some words could be apparently empty, but he knew the meaning inside every symbol he wrote in his old notebook. Then he'd stand up, put the iPod and the hoodie on, and keep walking, taking a smoke once in a while.
And at the end of his day, he had written down yet another masterpiece. He would lay down somewhere warm and sleep off his weariness. The next morning, he'd wake up and walk again, seeing where his feet took him.

And at the end of his life, he had written the perfect soundtrack to a lifetime...

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Esta es la historia detrás de una canción instrumental que escribí, todo girando alrededor de lo que es una vida: altas y bajas, lágrimas y sonrisas. Hay tiempos brillantes y felices, y hay otros furiosos y oscuros. ¿Y cuántos de nosotros sabe hacia donde vamos? Y los que saben, ¿lo saben en realidad? ¿No somos como el personaje, siguiendo el camino, a ver a dónde nos lleva? ¿No somos nosotros esclavos de nuestros propios pies, sin poder darles orden alguna?

La canción no está terminada todavía, pero creo que va bien... Después de todo, ¿en cuánto tiempo se termina el soundtrack de una vida entera?