Para mi Hermano..
Me acabo de enterar que ayer fui simbolizado por un remolino....en un lugar donde hubiera desado estar de todas maneras.
Hablar del tema me cuesta, he sido lento procesando penas mas leves que esta.
El día que me enteré de la noticia de tu partida, en la radio apareció esta canción. Ese día no pude contener las lagrimas. Aún no puedo contenerlas cuando la escucho.
Wish You Were Here (Waters, Gilmour)
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Desde Dagobah,
Alvaro J.
posted by Alvaro J. at 9:00 AM
5 Comments:
Nadie te prohibe a que las contengas, pero haz que valgan la pena!!.
Me llama la atención el poder de la pérdida, me gustaría que alguien derramara lágrimas cuando tu amigo triunfa, cuando se siente triste, cuando comete errores, cuando cumple años, cuando es feliz.
Mi retorno está presente......
Oye tú!!!!!Brilla en tu diamante loco, y sal del lado oscuro de la luna. Sólo respira y ten altas esperanzas que corra como el infierno para que derribes el muro y lo veas como un gran "gig" en el cielo, luego de ésto estarás confortablemente entumecido y dejarás de desear que esté aquí, porque él ya está fuera del muro... "HELLO...?
IS THERE ANYBODY IN THERE?
JUST NOD IF YOU CAN HEAR ME.
IS THERE ANYONE AT HOME?
COME ON, NOW,
I HEAR YOU´RE FEELING DOWN.
WELL I CAN EASE YOUR PAIN
GET YOU ON YOUR FEET AGAIN.
RELAX.
I´LL NEED SOME INFORMATION FIRST.
JUST THE BASIC FACTS.
CAN YOU SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS?
THERE IS NO PAIN YOU ARE RECEDING
A DISTANT SHIP, SMOKE ON THE HORIZON.
YOU ARE ONLY COMING THROUGH IN WAVES.
YOUR LIPS MOVE BUT
I CAN´T HEAR WHAT YOU´RE SAYING.
WHEN I WAS A CHILD I HAD A FEVER
MY HANDS FELT JUST LIKE TWO BALLOONS.
NOW I´VE GOT THAT FEELING ONCE AGAIN
I CAN´T EXPLAIN YOU WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND
THIS IS NOT HOW I AM.
I HAVE BECOME COMFORTABLY NUMB.
O.K.
JUST A LITTLE PINPRICK.
THERE´LL BE NO MORE AAAAAAAAAH!
BUT YOU MAY FEEL A LITTLE SICK.
CAN YOU STAND UP?
I DO BELIEVE IT´S WORKING, GOOD.
THAT´LL KEEP YOU GOING
THROUGH THE SHOW
COME ON IT´S TIME TO GO.
THERE IS NO PAIN YOU ARE RECEDING
A DISTANT SHIP, SMOKE ON THE HORIZON.
YOU ARE ONLY COMING THROUGH IN WAVES.
YOUR LIPS MOVE
BUT I CAN´T HEAR WHAT YOU´RE SAYING.
WHEN I WAS A CHILD
I CAUGHT A FLEETING GLIMPSE
OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE.
I TURNED TO LOOK BUT IT WAS GONE
I CANNOT PUT MY FINGER ON IT NOW
THE CHILD IS GROWN,
THE DREAM IS GONE.
I HAVE BECOME
COMFORTABLY NUMB".
hace poco me simbolizaron con una adecuada patá en la raja!!!!!
De la breve conversa contigo el Sábado me queda una conclusión...
Estás Sobre Expuesto en el blog...
No te quejes de lo que siembras o de las consecuencias más o menos lógicas de las acciones previas que bueno...tu cachai que mierda trato de decir...
AFILA!!!
Rock and Pop...suena fuerte!
Apoyo a Coché!! se te ve hasta el color de tu sable láser en tu blog... estai demasiao sobrexpuesto, casi en pelotas, onda deja algo de intimidad poh, pal misterio por lo menos! Chao maestro.
Desde Tatooine!!
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