Si eres un bien arrebatado al cielo
¿Por qué las dudas, el gemido, el llanto,
La desconfianza, el torcedor quebranto,
las turbias noches de febril desvelo?

Si eres un mal en el terrestre suelo
¿Por qué los goces, la sonrisa, el canto,
las esperanzas, el glorioso encanto,
las visiones de paz y de consuelo?

Si eres nieve ¿Por qué tus vivas llamas?
Si eres llama ¿Por qué tu hielo inerte?
Si eres sombra ¿Por qué la luz derramas?

¿Por qué la sombra, si eres luz querida?
Si eres vida ¿Por que me das la muerte?
Si eres muerte ¿Por qué me das la vida?

- Manuel González Prada-

"You Can't Always Get What You Want" - The Rolling Stones

Well, I saw her today at the reception  
A glass of wine in her hand  
I knew she would go meet her connection  
At her feet was her footloose man
No, you can't always get what you want  
No, you can't always get what you want  
No, you can't always get what you want  
But if you try sometime, you just might find  
You get what you need
And I went down to the demonstration  
To get my fair shares of abuse  
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration  
And if we don't, we don't blow a 50-amp fuse", yeah
And no, you can't always get what you want  
No, you can't always get what you want  
Well, no, you can't always get what you want 
But if you try sometimes you just might find You get what you need, baby
And I went down to the Chelsea drugstore  
To get your prescriptions filled 
I was standin' in line with Mr. Jimmy  
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided to have a soda "Whatcha favorite flavor?", "Cherry red"  
And I sung my song to my friend Jimmy  
And he said one word back to me, that was "Dead"

I said
Oh, you can't always get what you want  
Oh, you can't always get what you want  
Oh, you can't always get what you want  
But if you try sometimes, you just might find  
You get what you need
Oh, you can't always get what you want  
You can't always get what you want  
You can't always get what you want  
You can't always get what you want
And I saw her today at the reception  
In her glass was a bleeding man  
And she was practised that the art of deception  I could tell by her blood-stained hands
Oh, you can't always get what you want 
Oh, you can't always get what you want
Oh, you can't always get what you want  
Oh, you can't always get what you want  
Oh, you can't always get what you want  
Oh, you can't always get what you want  
But if you try sometimes you just might find 
You get what you need

Perdido

En la sintonía equivocada.
Siento que caigo, me asfixio. Pensamientos inesperados me revuelcan en la orilla de mi ventana.
Soy mi verdugo. Me desvanezco. Me aplastan.

Veo al cielo, la ciudad, luces, humo y nubes.
Aroma a mar y autos eternos...

Personas caminando tan indiferentes. Sus pasos, sus voces, sus carcajadas; ruidos extraños.
Esperando que a alguien le importe una mierda; pero NO. No importa a nadie. Y a mi tampoco. No puedo esperar.

Ruleta rusa. Me voy a la MIERDA.

Contigo o sin ti; con todos o con nadie. Me voy. Fuck me.

Adiós LUNA, adiós noche, adiós a todos. Y adiós para ti también.
No me arrepentiré...

¿o si?