lunes, 12 de diciembre de 2011

Tordos...


...de tarde en tarde

Tanto el reposo como el vuelo,
dos distinguidas opciones
solo de quienes alas poseen.
Que nadie me hable de sueños,
y menos de vuelos, que no,
a riesgo de yo contestarle,
haber nacido pájaro.
Porque una vez que naces
ya no hay alas a medida
que valgan.
Todas llevan la etiqueta
del plomo y del precipicio.
¡Para qué engañarnos!




Sky blue sky, WILCO , de su disco homónimo.


Oh, the band marched on in formation
The brass was phasing tunes I couldn't place
Windows open and raining in
Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray

The drunks were ricocheting
The old buildings downtown
Empty so long ago
Windows broken and dreaming
So happy to leave what was my home

With a sky blue sky
This rotten time
Wouldn't seem so bad to me now
Oh, I didn't die
I should be satisfied
I survived
That's good enough for now

With a sky blue sky
This rotten time
Wouldn't seem so bad to me now
Oh, if I didn't die
I should be satisfied
I survived
That's good enough for now