Author: Andariego

Pues todo lo que he perdido

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Siempre me hace llorar.

El Oso y el Madroño

Lay, lady, lay

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed

Whatever colors you have in your mind
I’ll show them to you and you’ll see them shine
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile

His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile

Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he’s standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead…

Bob Dylan

Sarcasmo de siglos

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Hay una parte de la Biblia que siempre me ha causado risa; o más bien una sonrisa, ladeada, socarrona, tristemente sabia.

Como saben, la historia empieza con la Creación. Va Dios (que existía antes de que la misma noción de “existencia” tuviese sentido) y crea el universo cosa por cosa. O así comienza: separa la tierra del agua, crea el sol y la luna, el aire y el mar.
Luego se fatiga un poquito, deja de lado los detalles y sigue creando a borbotones: “que haya peces en el mar y aves en el cielo”, dice; y ¡zas!, la interminable variedad de las Diez Mil Cosas surge majestuosa en una fracción de segundo.

Se toma casi seis días –poco tiempo para tamaña tarea; y corona sus esfuerzos con el Jardín del Edén y sus dos árboles, el de la Vida y el del Conocimiento; y con una pobre criaturita hecha de barro, el ser humano (en su variante masculina: la femenina, como un actor de reparto, se cuela a instancias de su futuro cónyuge).

Entonces, en el clímax del relato, Dios hace una pausa y contempla extasiado su obra.

Y va y exclama:
“Y vio Dios que era bueno”.

La Creación de Adán, de Miguel Ángel

Sarcástico para ser Dios, ¿no?

Confío en que la espera no sea larga

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Watching and waiting

Watching and waiting
For a friend to play with
Why have I been alone so long
Mole he is burrowing his way to the sunlight
He knows there’s someone there so strong

‘Cos here there’s lots of room for doing
The things you’ve always been denied
So look, and gather all you want to
There’s no one here to stop you trying

Soon you will see me
‘Cos I’ll be all around you
But where I come from I can’t tell
But don’t be alarmed by my fields and my forests
They’re here for only you to share

‘Cos here there’s lots of room for doing
The things you’ve always been denied
So look, and gather all you want to
There’s no one here to stop you trying

Watching and waiting
For someone to understand me
I hope it won’t be very long

The Moody Blues

Adiós.

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Anoche, tuve un sueño.

Hoy, descubrí una cosa:

Mañana, me habré ido.

Ulysses

Come, my friends.
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world…
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,–
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

William Shakespeare