ONLY SOMEONE ELSE

ONLY SOMEONE ELSE

I’ve spent my life just watching,
gazing at others in quiet amazement.

Always fascinated by everyone—
you all over there, and me somewhere apart.

In my own little world,
you were always present,
those who were “you.”

And I watched you, day
after day, through my small magnifying glass.

I invented a life,
a life behind the glass,
watching others live theirs.

I knew I was too strange
to make friends, to love,
to be loved, to belong—
too shy to speak at all.

But time went on,
and I learned I wasn’t special,
just another person,
one among so many.

And eventually, I moved forward.
Life hits hard,
and I climbed down from the clouds.
I know I failed—never mind.

I set my watch and looked again.

I filled my days with friends, with love,
with everything one hopes for, and you know—
in the end, it wasn’t so bad.

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ONLY SOMEONE ELSE

I’ve spent my life just watching,
gazing at others in quiet amazement.

Always fascinated by everyone—
you all over there, and me somewhere apart.

In my own little world,
you were always present,
those who were “you.”

And I watched you, day
after day, through my small magnifying glass.

I invented a life,
a life behind the glass,
watching others live theirs.

I knew I was too strange
to make friends, to love,
to be loved, to belong—
too shy to speak at all.

But time went on,
and I learned I wasn’t special,
just another person,
one among so many.

And eventually, I moved forward.
Life hits hard,
and I climbed down from the clouds.
I know I failed—never mind.

I set my watch and looked again.

I filled my days with friends, with love,
with everything one hopes for, and you know—
in the end, it wasn’t so bad.

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SOLO ALGUIEN MÁS

Me he pasado la vida observando,
mirando con asombro a los otros.

Fascinado por los demás,
vosotros ahí y yo por allá.

En mi mundo
están presentes
esos que sois vos.

Y os he mirado día
tras día, con mi lupa.

He inventado la vida,
esa vida tras el cristal,
mirando a los otros vivir.

Sé que era demasiado raro
para tener amigos, para amar,
para ser amado, para ser social,
demasiado tímido para hablar.

Luego fue pasando el tiempo
y descubrí que no era especial,
que solo era uno más,
uno entre tantos.

Y al final avancé,
la vida da tortas,
y bajé de las nubes.
Sé que fracasé, da igual.

Puse mi reloj y volví a mirar.

Me llené de amigos, de amor,
de todo lo deseable, ¿y sabes?
al final no lo pasé tan mal.