De la aleatoriedad y el clima

De esos días que te levantas (tarde). Es un día gris, un poco lluvioso, justo como te gustan. Te recuerdan que todo depende del cristal con que se mire. Te alistas, sales de tu casa, comienzas a caminar rumbo a la parada de transporte más cercana. Prendes tu mp3 (por aquello de que después nos quieran cobrar regalias por promocionar productos de la manzana) y de pronto comienza esta canción.

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

Hey you

Pink Floyd

The Wall (1979)

(acá el link para los que nunca la hayan escuchado)

Que buena canción y en que buen tiempo, ahi andaba, viendo las nubes en el horizonte con la canción de fondo, jajaja. Son de eas ocasiones que la selección aleatoria del reproductor, los astros, el movimiento giratorio terrestre y tu humor se ponen de acuerdo para hacerte pasar un momento más que reconfortante.