AGAINST THE WIND

Una de esas canciones que te golpean con recuerdos en forma de anécdotas, fallos, aciertos, alegrías y sinsabores..."AGAINST THE WIND" del brillante Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band.

It seems like yesterday

But it was long ago

Janey was lovely,

she was the queen of my
nights

There in the darkness with the
radio playing low

And the secrets that we
shared

The mountains that we
moved

Caught like a wildfire out of
control

Till there was nothing left to burn
and nothing left to prove

And I remember what she said to
me

How she swore that it never would
end

I remember how she held me oh so
tight

Wish I didn’t know now what I
didn’t know then

Against the wind

We were runnin’ against the
wind

We were young and strong, we were
runnin’Against the wind

And the years rolled slowly
past

And I found myself alone

Surrounded bv stranners I thought
were my friends

I found myself further and further
from my home

And I guess I lost my
way

There were oh so many
roads

I was living to run and running to
live

Never worried about paying or even
how much I owed

Moving eight miles a minute for
months at a time

Breaking all of the rules that
would bend

I began to find myself
searchin’

Searching for shelter again and
again

Against the wind

A little something against the
wind

I found myself seeking shelter
against the wind

Well those drifters days are past
me now

I’ve got so much more to think
about

Deadlines and
commitments

What to leave in, what to leave
out

Against the wind

I’m still runnin’ against the
wind

Well I’m older now and
still

Against the wind

SANGRADO


En ocasiones sangramos sin motivo aparente... sin motivo aparente digo porque es mucho lo que arrastramos, y quizá el detonante tan sólo fuera la gota que colma el saco en que echamos todo lo que creemos ser capaces de soportar.
La ley de Murphy hace acto de presencia, y generalmente el punto último de conflicto (el citado detonante), no es más que una soberbia gilipollez... y así tenemos además la encantadora posibilidad de quedar como el culo, a la vez que nuestro conflicto se oscurece por momentos pareciendo irresoluble, centrándose en detalles concretos y nunca tratando aquello a lo que ni siquiera deseamos poner nombre...sigh!
Veo y no miro,
pienso y no hago...
preguntas sin respuesta,
carreras sin meta,
falacias y mentiras [...]
Empeño mi vida y me sangro en empresas en las que sólo yo quiero creer.
Me hipoteco y me sangro... y espero que de nuevo, llegue el día en que se tenga el valor de poner palabras a lo que ya sé.
Espero sólo eso...
Porque ese será el último día, porque no me caben más en el pecho...


"Ni sacar puedo tu imagen
de mi perdida cabeza,
ni perder la razón quiero,
ni embriagarme de tristeza.
Y me esfuerzo por el día...
mas la vigilia me espera
temerosa de tu asalto,
(con nocturnidad y alevosía)."