Aunque ya sea tarde... como si no pasara nada.
"...canta, lastimada mía. "
(Miguel de Cervantes)
[...]You know that women never really faint/
And that villians always blink their eyes/
And that you know children are the only ones who blush/
And that life is just to die/
But anyone who ever had a heart/
Oh they wouldn't turn around and break it / [...]
... porque todos hemos interpretado nuestro papel.