YAMBRA

Viernes, 31 de octubre de 2008

[Te doy una canción]

HIGH HOPES

La canción de hoy es una de las reflexiones más duras, desconsoladas, inmisericordes, desesperanzadas, certeras y desoladoramente bellas que puedan realizarse sobre el ser humano de nuestro tiempo. No es gratuito que suceda en la bitácora al tema de ayer: su estructura es idéntica, y su tono y su simbología, aunque demasiado evidente para mi gusto (el precio, sin duda, del afán de universalidad encefálica), plenamente intercambiables.

Grandes esperanzas. Cualquier tiempo pasado fue mejor.

HIGH HOPES
Pink Floyd

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

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Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever