Domingo, 25 de diciembre de 2005

Castillos de arena

Una de mis favoritas de Jimi Hendrix: Castles made of sand.
Castillos de aquellos que formamos para crearnos una ilusión, un objetivo, el buen deseo del año que viene. Pero si esos deseos no están basados en la voluntad, el amor y la honestidad, son como castillos hechos con arena, que acaban desmoronándose en el mar, eventualmente…

Down the street you can hear her scream 'you're a discrace',
as she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip
and drool
He cries 'oh girl, you must be mad, what happened to the sweet
love you and me had?'
Against the door he leans and starts a scene, and his tears
fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

A little Indian brave,
who before he was ten played war games in the woods with his
Indian friends
And he built a dream that when he grew up he would be a
fearless warrior Indian Chief
Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong,
until tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his
first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his
sleep
that night

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown
'cause she was crippled for life, and she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living, so she decided
to die
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore,
and to her legs she smiled 'you won't hurt me no more'
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say,
'Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way'
And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going

And so castles made of sand, slips into the sea, eventually

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