"Las ideas son menos interesantes que los seres humanos que las inventan" FranÇois Truffaut

jueves, marzo 10, 2005

This is the end

Al Madrid se le apagó la épica canción de la Champions, sustituida por el melancólico himno mortuorio de The doors. Trotones y cursis, los ex-galácticos madridistas se fundían en un juego de salón previsible, anodino e impotente. Me iba imaginando a Figo reconvertido en comentarista al lado de Michel, tal para cual; a Zidane del brazo de Pelé apadrinando niños en Brasil y anunciando Viagras y crecepelos varios; a Guti en el Osasuna, sin modelo al que imitar (antes Redondo, ahora Beckam). Y Raúl, en el Atlético.




Terminó el partido y ante el abatimiento recordé a Schopenhauer y me enchufé a Radio Clásica. Sonaba una música espectral e invernal, en la que la orquesta se fundía con cantos de pájaros y las ráfagas de un viento que se adivinaba helado. El Cantus Articus del finlandés RAUTAVAARA.

No he dormido mal.


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
I'll never look into your eyes...again


Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's 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


There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's 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...he's old, and his skin is cold


The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll 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


C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon 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
C'mon, 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 you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die


This is the end

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