11 de mayo de 2010

Ojos abiertos



Pareciera la repetición de una mala película en un sábado por la noche donde la falta te rutina te obliga a revisar la programación en la televisión y te encuentras sin ánimo o amigos para despejar un poco la mente sentir y de nuevo la brisa nocturna, inclusive esperas la llegada del lunes para retomar el camino diariamente transitado, si te dieras cuenta verías que a diario subes al mismo autobús, compras la misma cantidad de boletos del metro y te dejas guiar hasta el andén izquierdo para viajar en el cuarto vagón donde te observan los ojos inmóviles de la publicidad galopante, escuchas el incesante andar de los vendedores ambulantes anunciando alguna porquería apócrifa pero sabes que con el sueldo mínimo aprendes a conformarte con esta mercancía, la grabación indicadora de las estaciones taladra tu cabeza y el sueño te vence hasta la penúltima estación, mecánicamente bajas y observas el reloj, las 08:19. Otro día más...si te dieras cuenta.


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"Confortably numb"
Pink Floyd

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, Come on, Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well, I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but
I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child I had a FEVER
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am.

I have become comfortably numb.
(solo)
I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.
Just a little pin prick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
but I have become comfortably numb.


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