Ayer encontré mi caja de discos.
Llevaba un mes conformandome con la selección musical que hice en julio, antes de enfrentarme a las grandes aventuras del verano en las que me tenÃa que conformar dos veces por semana y algun minuto suelto para poder darle al play.
Ciegamente abrà la caja, sin saber qué era lo que querÃa. Millones de discos que quizás hubiesen podido describir ese momento o ayudar en la tarea... pero no era lo que yo buscaba...
Y entonces lo encontré, por casualidad, quizá. De repente lo vi y senti ganas de hacerlo rodar... olvidándome del todo de aquel fatÃdico y horroroso dÃa en el Fib. Hoy, quizá, tenÃa otro significado.
She told me she loved me
which means
she must be insane
I?ve had my face dragged in
fifteen miles of shit
and I do not / and I do not
and I do not like it
so how can anybody say
they know how I feel?
the only one around here who is me
is me
They said they respect me
which means
their judgment is crazy
I?ve had my face dragged in
fifteen miles of shit
and I do not / and I do not
and I do not like it
so how can anybody say
they know how I feel?
when they are they
and only I am I
He says he wants to befriend me
which means
he can?t possibly know me
the voices of the real
and the imagined cry:
?the future is passing you by
the future is passing you by.?
so how can anybody possibly think they
know how I feel?
everybody look / see pain /walk away
and as for you in your uniform
your smelly uniform
and so you think you can be rude to me
because you wear a uniform
a smelly uniform
and so you think you can be rude to me
but even I / as sick as I am
I would never be you
even I / as sick as I am
I would never be you
even I / sick and depraved
a traveler to the grave
I would never be you
(Morrisey - HOW CAN ANYBODY POSSIBLY KNOW HOW I FEEL?)
Sin querer, recordé muchas cosas, tantas que evité sentarme a pensar.
On returning
I can?t believe this world is still turning
the pressure?s on
because the pleasure hasn?t gone
and I?m / not sorry for
for the things I?ve done
and I?m / not looking for
just anyone
On competing
when will this tired heart stop beating?
it?s all a game
existence is only a game
and I?m / not sorry for
for the things I?ve done
and I?m / not looking for
just anyone
I?m / slipping below the water-line
I?m / slipping below the water-line
reach for my hand / and
the race is won
reject my hand / and
the damage is done
I?m / slipping below the water-line
I?m / slipping below the water-line
the woman of my dreams / she
never came along
the woman of my dreams / well
there never was one
and I?m / not sorry for
for the things I?ve said
there?s a wild man
in my head
there?s a wild man
in my head.
(Morrisey - I'm not sorry)
Aún asÃ, a veces, no lo puedo evitar...