106. BLUE BAYOU.

BLUE BAYOU

I feel so bad I got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind 
On Blue Bayou

Saving nickles saving dimes
Working til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times 
On Blue Bayou

I'm going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine 
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be

Gonna see my baby again
Gonna be with some of my friends
Maybe I'll feel better again
On Blue Bayou

Saving nickles saving dimes
Working til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times 
On Blue Bayou

I'm going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine 
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be

Oh that boy of mine
By my side
The silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh some sweet day
Gonna take away 
This hurting inside
Well I'll never be blue
My dreams come true
On Blue Bayou

24. Por fin, el fin:

"...Y mi voz aullenta los lobos
en la carnicería"

-Del poema "Apuntes al natural" (Javier Martín)

-Dead Smart-

-Por fin, el fin-

Una llamada
entrante, momentos
antes, de sus ojos
con los míos,
gafas de sol
que eviten
la timidez, los recuerdos
así, se permiten.

Un instante sólo
café, más que una foto,
un concierto, haber sido
quedar al poco, tiempo
perdido, mucho
hold on, fuel
for fire,
requiem, post-war
en definitiva:
la Guerra fría
prendida, perdida
en la solapa
una chapa, ácida
de alegría.

Claro, estaba
cansado de esperar
un comienzo, me dije
(Nuclear sí) sonriendo
al sonreír, llega
por fin, el fin.



-Fuel for fire- (M. Ward)