1 de Agosto 2007
Luna
What moonsongs...
Do you sing your babies?
What sunshine do you bring?
Who belongs...
Who decides who's crazy...
Who rights wrongs where others cling?
I'll sing for you
if you want me to,
I'll give to you.
And it's a chance I'll have to take.
And it's a chance I'll have to break.
I go along
just because I'm lazy.
I go along to be with you.
And those moonsongs...
That you sing your babies...
Will be the songs to see you through...
I'll hear your song...
if you want me to...
I'll sing along.
And it's a chance I'll have to take.
And it's a chance I'll have to break.
I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
So in love...
I'm in love with you.
With you...
I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
So in love...
I'm in love with you.
I'm...
I'm so in love.
I'm in love with you.
Luna. Agosto 2007.
He estado pensando en esa antigua adivinanza zen. ¿Cuál es el sonido de una mano que aplaude?
Yo opino que ninguno. Si no hay dos manos, no hay aplauso. Es muy simple.
Estrellas, galaxias, aplausos... ¿Qué quiere decir? Quiere decir que todos necesitamos a alguien. Seas una constelación o un protón, un yin o un yan... Todos relacionados con todos... Como Romeo y Julieta, el pescado y las patatas, Tom y Jerry, Gilbert y Sullivan, Epi y Blas, caballos y vaqueros, reyes y coronas, Bogart y Bacall, Marco Antonio y Cleopatra...
Escrito por Xabier a las 1 de Agosto 2007 a las 11:59 PM