Mistico around the World

En un post anterior comenté cómo conocí a Nacho en Barcelona y algo de las rutas en BTT que hicimos por Catalunya. Bueno, nacho ya regresó a México y desde allá me envió esta recopilación de sus aventuras por Europa encarnando al luchador mexicano Místico (la foto de Londres la saqué yo!!!).

Saludos Nacho y muy grande la canción elegida!!!

I
I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins
Like dolphins can swim
Though nothing
Will keep us together
We can beat them
For ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes
Just for one day

I
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be us
Just for one day

I
I can remember
Standing
By the wall
And the guards
Shout above our heads
And we kissed
As though nothing could fall
And the shame
Was on the other side
Oh we can beat them
For ever and ever
Then we can be Heroes
Just for one day

We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be Heroes
We're nothing
And nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying
Then you better not stay
But we could be safer
Just for one day

(Heroes - David Bowie)

"...I miss you I miss you I miss you so much..."

"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it's a look I used to know
"Three long years... and your favourite man...
Is that any way to say hello?"
And you hold me... like you'll never let me go

"Oh c'mon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while..."
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just don't have the time..."
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eye...

So dizzy Mr. Busy - Too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it June
Until later... doesn't always come

It's so hard to think "It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because it's hard to think
"I'll never get another chance
To hold you... to hold you... "

But chilly Mr. Dilly - Too much rush to talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second - just hang on - all in good time - wont be long
Until later...

I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time
I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while
I would've done it right - I would've moved us on
But I didn't - now it's all too late
It's over... over
And you're gone..

I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you I miss you so much

But how many times can I walk away and wish "If only..."
But how many times can I talk this way and wish "If only..."
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "If only..."

But "If only...."
Is a wish too late...

(Cut Here - The Cure)

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(vía FayerWayer)

...run, rabbit, run. Dig that hole, forget the sun...

Breathe, breathe in the air
Dont be afraid to care
Leave but dont leave me
Look around and chose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles youll give and tears youll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Dont sit down, its time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave.

("Breathe", Pink Floyd)

Navegando por la blogósfera encontré un comentario en DJ Cazuela. El comentario lo deja Vere y al revisar algo de su blog me encuentro con una excelente versión en vivo de "In Your Eyes", un tema que ha sido, es y será de esos que mantengo en la lista corta de los "enormemente especiales". No resistí la tentación de colgarlo y publicar su letra. Curiosamente hace pocos días había vuelto a escuchar y publicar canciones y letras de su compositor, uno de los grandes, Peter Gabriel.

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

("In Your Eyes", Peter Gabriel)

3 de Marzo - Sant Medir, Lunes, 36 años

Se me ha hecho costumbre despertar el día de mi cumpleaños con la tronada de petardos y escopetazos que anuncia que hoy se celebra Sant Medir (un resumen). Y como la fiesta se caracteriza por los desfiles de caballos y carruajes que regalan dulces y caramelos por las calles de Gràcia, ya desde tempranito mi cumple comienza entretenido. Bueno, la celebración propiapente tal fué el sábado. Más moderada que los años anteriores, comenzó con una cenita en Las Fernández. Restaurant enclavado en pleno barrio del Raval y del cual tenía buenas recomendaciones. Comida de la zona del Bierzo y ambiente diferente, cargado al rojo. Buen precio y platos diferentes, eso si, si vas al turno de las 21:30 sentirás la presión para terminar antes del siguiente turno de las 23:30 (el restaurant es pequeño y se organiza en dos turnos). Terminada la cena nos aventuramos a conocer un nuevo bar, recomendado por Alba. Creo que el bar no tenía ni nombre, y si lo tenía, se perdía en sus viejos muros. Un bar viejo, pequeño, con ambiente, buena músicas pre 90's Al cabo de una hora el grupo de ingleses borrachos ya nos tenía cansados, así es que mejor cambiar. Pasamos al Zentraus, un sitio diferente para lo que uno esperaría del Raval. Tira un poco a pijo (cuico), pero está bien, de hecho nos quedamos hasta la hora límite para los bares (03:00 am). Luego de eso, la idea de seguir con el bailoteo hasta la hora de cierre de las discos (05:00 am) no coló. Obvio!!!!, si ya tengo 36!!!

Nota al margen: por algún motivo se me vino a la mente aquella noche en la que junto a las primas Johajoha y Diana, el flaco y primo Yerko, terminamos en el Astronauta, en Santiago. Antes estuvimos en otro bar (no me acuerdo del nombre). Gloriosa noche!!!. Junto a las performance de "la Tropa" en su cede viñamarina del Condominio Mallén, ha sido una de las mejores que he pasado junto con "los primos".