Y después de esta paja mental, os cuelgo una canción preciosa. Habla sobre la eterna incomprensión entre un padre y su hijo que se está haciendo adulto. No tengo palabras para describir lo que me transmite esa canción ni su profunda belleza. Aquí os la dejo, con la letra, para que juzgueis vosotros mismos...
Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
(Son-- Away Away Away, I know I have to
Make this decision alone - no)
Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them They know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
(Father-- Stay Stay Stay, Why must you go and
make this decision alone?)
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2 comments:
Hola!
Me he estado mirando el blog un poco, y de verdad puedo decir que estoy impresionada. Con las poesías, con tus reflexiones, con tu manera de escribir. Te expresas muy bien, exactamente lo que quieres decir, ni más, ni menos. Con el post sobre Irlanda me he sentido identificada, es más o menos la misma visión que tengo de ese país, aunque concebida de forma diferente.
Ten por sentado que ahora tendrás una lectora asidua. Y recuérdame que te vote a ti en el siguiente interrogatorio, cuando el mío acabe :P
Saludos!
A propósito, el blog que tengo yo es en realidad una historia que estoy escribiendo en ese formato... y que está situada en Irlanda, casualmente. Leela si quieres. ;)
A proposito, se me olvidó antes una cosa: lo de la letra de la canción en tu post. Es de una sencillez que asombra. No es gran cosa en efecto, pero su sencillez aumenta el encanto.
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