Y en los últimos días, libros, poemas, canciones me llevan a esta cosa llamada incertidumbre. No sé a donde voy, no tengo idea de que hacer y los cinco fabulosos días de puente forzado -gracias Influenza - solamente sirvieron para darme cuenta de que por más vueltas que le de al asunto, es justo este no saber a lo que tengo que enfrentarme, mi fantasma personal. Yo que siempre he tenido el control de todo ahora debo simplemente soltarlo todo para poder avanzar. Creo que eso ya me lo había dicho Darina alguna vez.
En fin.
Para ilustrar. Una hermosa canción - con un también hermoso video -.
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
where the people are pleasantly
strange
and counting the
change
as she goes…
Nobody knows
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