Pero esa no es la pregunta que me quita el sueño.
Son otras: ¿Qué rincones pisamos indiferentes sin saber que fueron ejes de vida? ¿Qué rincones ya no son ni rincones, sino polvo, casas nuevas, asideros de basura industrial?
El presentimiento de que, a cambio de que ningún mal dure 100 años, tenemos que soportar que ningún bien dure 10. De que antes de que nos dé tiempo de convertirnos en polvo, seremos olvidados y borrados.
"It was Coney Island, they called Coney Island the playground of the world.
There was no place like it, in the whole world,
like Coney Island when I was a youngster.
No place in the world like it, and it was so fabulous.
Now it's shrunk down to almost nothing, you see.
And... uh...
I still remember in my mind how things used to be
and... uh... you know...
I feel very bad.
But people from all over the world came here.
From all over the world.
It was the playground, they called it the playground of the world,
over here.
Anyways... you see... I... you know...
I even got lost when I was very small
I even got lost at Coney Island, but they found me
on the...
on the beach.
And we used to sleep on the beach here,
sleep overnight.
They don't do that anymore.
Things change, you see.
They don't sleep anymore on the beach."
esto tiene relacion con la canción "sleep" de GYBE o me equivoco?
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saludos.
Claro, de hecho ese párrafo en cursiva es el intro de la canción (:
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