Narrative

And there was the Odd One Out again; halfway from a promise of happiness; halfway from something like peace. Once again, the road was not as easy as it seemed. Some stones of the pavement had to be replaced again and some of them could not be replaced. And just like before the Odd One Out started using pieces of body and soul to make a new way towards that desired destiny. But even these pieces where running out again and with them the threat of repeating the same old mistakes appeared. But still that seemed the only path to a happiness that had always been so elusive, so aloof. Those hopes were making The Odd One Out give more and more, ignoring what had happened before, filling a hole on the road after the other.

But in that moment, a stone moved by the exhausting fixing work hit the Odd One Out straight on one of the scars left by paving another previous way. That was a hole in the Odd One Out´s body, a hole that could never be filled again. “What was it for? Just to try to make an effort that would leave me empty; and, even worse, to destroy any possibility for me or anyone to find happiness here? I can´t do that, I can´t fix this road on my own and I can´t risk all that beauty for my own sake”.  And the Odd One Out turned around, looking for a new way. That path didn´t need to have dreams as a goal, but it could hide them in every bend.

Letra