Es increíble como algunas cosas confluyen en un momento particular de tu vida, como si el universo entero confabulara para hacerte oír lo que tiene que decirte.
Mi mundo lo pide a gritos... Bob Dylan.
Blowin' In The Wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
How many years can a mountain exist
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
How many times must a man look up
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
·We are nothing but dust in the wind...
[nota mental: lo peor de todo esto es que creo que una de las primeras entradas de este blog es practicamente esto mismo... Todo vuelve... Como la dialéctica sin síntesis je]
