Lo de hoy para mañana

Me fascina el anonimato de esta cosa. Gente que te ve pero que no te ve.

Hay dos cosas que hoy día he leído y escuchado en los entremedios del todo. Aquí los expongo:

1-. Fragmento de "El Túnel" de Ernesto Sábato.

Algo así como la concepción relativa que todos tenemos del tiempo, de como este nunca deja de correr, de como se siente ir y venir.

" Fué una espera interminable. No sé cuanto tiempo pasó en los relojes, de ese tiempo anónimo y universal de los relojes, que es ajeno a nuestros sentimientos, a nuestros destinos, a la formación o al derrumbe de un amor, a la espera de una muerte. Pero de mi propio tiempo fué una cantidad inmensa y complicada, lleno de cosas y vueltas atrás, un río oscuro y tumultuoso a veces, y a veces extrañamente calmo y casi mar inmóvil y perpetuo..."

Ernesto Sábato

Yann Tiersen...


2-. Canción de Yann Tiersen, Les Jours Tristes.

Mejor no escribo nada, la canción habla.

It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands

And bury your head in the sand

Hard not to make other plans

And claim that you've done all you can all along

And life must go on

It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right

And bring home the bacon each night

Hard not to break down and cry

When every idea that you've tried has been wrong

But you must carry on

It's hard but you know it's worth the fight

Cause you know you've got the truth on your side

When the accusations fly, hold tight

Don't by afraid of what they'll say

Who cares what cowards think, anyway

They will understand one day, one day

It's hard, hard when you're here all alone

And every else has gone home

Harder to know right from wrong

When all objectivities gone

And it's gone

But you still carry on

Cause you, you are the only one left

And you've got to clean up this mess

You know you'll end up like the rest

Bitter and twisted, unless

You stay strong and you carry on

It's hard but you know it's worth the fight

Cause you know you've got the truth on your side

When the accusations fly, hold tight

And don't by afraid of what they'll say

Who cares what cowards think, anyway

They will understand one day, one day, One day