hace unos días me dí cuenta que estaba con los pájaros volados. lo sentí, lo dije.
hoy, despues de mucho tiempo, vuelvo a leer un libro -un libro de verdad, no una fotocopia- un libro elegido libremente, una ficción: Tokio blues, de Murakami.
esta experiencia me retorna a un mundo imaginario, me devuelve las ganas de escribir, me inspira y me genera una contemplación estética de lo cotidiano.
en este libro suena una canción: Norwegian Wood de los Beatles. La escucho, y todo me devuelve al mismo lugar, ya que ella dice: THIS BIRD HAD FLOWN.
Norwegian Wood :
I ONCE HAD A GIRL
OR SHOULD I SAY
SHE ONCE HAD ME
SHE SHOWED ME HER ROOM
ISNT IT GOOD
NORWEGIAN WOOD?
SHE ASKED ME TO STAY
AND SHE TOLD ME TO SIT ANYWHERE
SO I LOOKED AROUND
AND I NOTICED THERE WASNT A CHAIR
I SAT ON A RUG
BIDING MY TIME
Letras4U.com » letras traducidas al español
DRINKING HER WINE
WE TALKED UNTIL TWO
AND THEN SHE SAID
"ITS TIME FOR BED"
SHE TOLD ME SHE WORKED IN THE MORNING
AND STARTED TO LAUGH.
I TOLD HER I DIDNT
AND CRAWLED OFF TO SLEEP IN THE BATH
AND WHEN I AWOKE
I WAS ALONE
THIS BIRD HAD FLOWN
SO I LIT A FIRE
ISNT IT GOOD
NORWEGIAN WOOD
