THE END

Con relación a los Cuaversos de esta mañana, me resulta imposible escuchar esta canción sin que el cuerpo se me llene de escalofríos, sobre todo, cuando va acompañada de las imágenes de esa condenada obra maestra de Francis Ford Coppola.

 

¿No hay momentos en que, de repente lo veis claro, cobrando conciencia de que El Momento indefectiblemente ha llegado?

 

¿Borrón y cuenta nueva?
¿Borrón y cuenta nueva?

¿Qué nos queda entonces, excepto plegar velas, quemar las naves y volver a los cuarteles de invierno?

 

Sí. Hoy es uno de esos días.

 

The end.

 

Debajo, la letra, y después, la versión completa de la canción, con Jim Morrison.  

 

 

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

 

Of our elaborate plans, the end

Of everything that stands, the end

No safety or surprise, the end

Ill never look into your eyes…again

 

Can you picture what will be

So limitless and free

Desperately in need…of some…strangers hand

In a…desperate land

 

Lost in a roman…wilderness of pain

And all the children are insane

All the children are insane

Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

 

Theres danger on the edge of town

Ride the kings highway, baby

Weird scenes inside the gold mine

Ride the highway west, baby

 

Ride the snake, ride the snake

To the lake, the ancient lake, baby

The snake is long, seven miles

Ride the snake…hes old, and his skin is cold

 

The west is the best

The west is the best

Get here, and well do the rest

 

The blue bus is callin us

The blue bus is callin us

Driver, where you taken us

 

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on

He took a face from the ancient gallery

And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he

Paid a visit to his brother, and then he

He walked on down the hall, and

And he came to a door…and he looked inside

Father, yes son, I want to kill you

Mother…i want to…fuck you

 

Cmon baby, take a chance with us

Cmon baby, take a chance with us

Cmon baby, take a chance with us

And meet me at the back of the blue bus

Doin a blue rock

On a blue bus

Doin a blue rock

Cmon, yeah

 

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

 

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

 

It hurts to set you free

But youll never follow me

The end of laughter and soft lies

The end of nights we tried to die

 

This is the end

CUAVERSOS PROVERBIALES

Leemos hoy en IDEAL que un joven futbolista granadino lleva tatuado en el bíceps un proverbio árabe.

 

Reza así:

 

“La vida te da una oportunidad y la segunda sólo si te la mereces.”

 

Y como me ha gustado, pues ahí queda.

 

En corto. En prosa. Pero rebosante de poesía.

 

Jesús Lens, en breve. Que esta tarde subiremos un escueto microrrelato.