El otro día le compré a Sabina
una caja de pastillas grises,
cenicientas, para la sensibilidad.
Me las tomo casi diariamente
con agua y mucha música.
Una por la mañana, y otra
antes de dormir, para no soñar.
Y ahora mi cuerpo anestesiado,
que se ha vuelto gris también,
sólo siente dos de cada siete días,
o tres, si la semana es excelente.
Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you. But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales. I like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father... Maybe the notes I hear are the same ones they heard the night they met. Maybe that's how they found each other. Maybe that's how they'll find me... I believe that once upon a time, long ago, they heard the music, and followed it.
una caja de pastillas grises,
cenicientas, para la sensibilidad.
Me las tomo casi diariamente
con agua y mucha música.
Una por la mañana, y otra
antes de dormir, para no soñar.
Y ahora mi cuerpo anestesiado,
que se ha vuelto gris también,
sólo siente dos de cada siete días,
o tres, si la semana es excelente.
Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you. But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales. I like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father... Maybe the notes I hear are the same ones they heard the night they met. Maybe that's how they found each other. Maybe that's how they'll find me... I believe that once upon a time, long ago, they heard the music, and followed it.
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si horrible y feo, no?
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