Thursday, September 23, 2004

Ayer a las cuatro de la mañana cerré la puerta, me puse los cascos y enchufé el segundo cd de "The Wall". La guitarra empezaba a danzar en los oídos y a partir de ahí...todo era Pink Floyd

Hey You

Hey you,

out there in the cold

Getting lonely, getting old

Can you feel me?

Hey you, standing in the aisles

With itchy feet and fading smiles

Can you feel me?

Hey you, dont help them to bury the light

Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own

Sitting naked by the phone

Would you touch me?

Hey you, with you ear against the wall

Waiting for someone to call out

Would you touch me?

Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?

Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.

The wall was too high,

As you can see.

No matter how he tried,

He could not break free.

And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road

always doing what you're told,

Can you help me?

Hey you, out there beyond the wall,

Breaking bottles in the hall,

Can you help me?

Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all

Together we stand, divided we fall.

[Click of TV being turned on]

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started"

"Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?"

"It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up our trail before long"

"Can Loca ride?"

"Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything"

"Goodbye Chenga"

"Goodbye miss ..."

"I'll be back"

... los pelos de punta. Era estremecedor como por la noche...fuera de mis oídos la casa respiraba calma mientras en mi cabeza todo temblaba. Y ninguno os enterasteis.


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