La Heredera Y La Cantante LIBRO 1

31. Un Ángel en medio de la crisis

Una mañana de Verano, a mediados del mes de Julio Kara estaba cantando muy temprano en Central Park, tenía a un público pequeño, no más de 9 personas que la escuchaban cantar mientras le dejaban unas pocas monedas en un recipiente como un vaso de metal en lo que los deleitaba con su dulce voz.
Entre esas personas, un joven alto, espigado y bien presentable aunque vistiera de ropa de deporte, corría en las orillas del lago y se había acercado a ver esa pequeña aglomeración y detuvo al notar que era una joven bonita la que estaba cantando un clásico muy popular: I dreamed a dream del musical Les Miserables

🎵 There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting.
There was a time ... then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hopes were high and life worth living,
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid,
When dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be payed,
No song unsung, no wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame

He slept a summer by my side.
He filled my days with endless wonder,
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came.

And still I dreamed he'd come to me
And we would live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather.

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream
I dreamed. 🎵