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Jueves, 31 de marzo de 2005

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ALONE AGAIN, NATURALLY

Sucede que tras las brevísimas vacaciones emboscado se ocultaba anhelante este trabajo ingrato que con una fingida sonrisa de payaso triste acaba de congelarme el corazón.

Sucede que he perdido la normalidad bloguera que tanto disfrutaba y que con tantísimo esfuerzo había logrado habituar. Me costará recuperarla, ni lo dudo ni me escondo, pero por mi bien espero finalmente conseguirlo.

Pero sucede también que no me arrepiento. Sucede que lo prefiero, pasa que gustosamente pago ese precio diminuto por el tesoro inmarcesible que estos días han supuesto para mí. Y todos los días agradezco al dios de guardia la tan alta consideración en que debe de tenerme, porque ya descarto una quimérica cuestión de suerte. Cuando ni el más delicioso licor ni la más pura de las ambrosías puede evocar siquiera el sabor de aquella gotita de saliva entre mis labios, el azar no tiene significación posible.



ALONE AGAIN, NATURALLY
Gilbert O’Sullivan

In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it's like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Where people 're saying,
"My God that's tough, she stood him up!
No point in us remaining.
May as well go home."
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to, but who wouldn't do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,
All about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that
There are more hearts
Broken in the world
That can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do

(instrumental break)

Now looking back over the years,
And what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand, why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart
So badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally?

Pues eso, que ya estoy aquí.

Solo otra vez, naturalmente.

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