domingo, 23 de diciembre de 2007

It's been a hard (day's) night


A pesar de las ilusiones, terminé la noche en vela.
Tal vez debería retomar el plan original de tener una dirección de email como diario personal y no salir a gritar todo en internet. Aunque algo de terapéutico tiene, claro. Por eso debe ser tan popular esto de los blogs. Hace rato que una obsesión no me quita el sueño. Tendría que haber recordado que el fuego no viene solo.

Cuando me aburrí de pelearme con la almohada, me levanté para llamar a un amig@. Wow, cuánto hace que no pido ayuda!!

What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.


Veremos si funciona... los tengo desacostumbrados a mis amigos.
De cualquier manera, lo que los Beatles me tiran hoy en realidad para gritarle en la cara a esa hermosa persona, es otra cosa:

Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.
We can work it out, we can work it out.

Think of what you're saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right.
Think of what I'm saying,
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.
We can work it out, we can work it out.

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long.
We can work it out, we can work it out.

2 comentarios:

Carmilla dijo...

Te dejo un pedacito de A Murder of One de Counting Crows... Cuántos cuervos hay hoy en tu vida?

I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there
counting crows
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls
and four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told

jdelcom dijo...

I'll tell you a little secret. A parliament of rooks is a storytelling gathering.
If you find a murder of crows, sit down and listen to the story.