Let´s not shit ourselves-Bright eyes

Aquesta és  una de les  grans cançons de la meva  vida. Un xaval que aleshores tenia 20 anys  em va dir que el misteri és  "estimar i se estimat" ... i l´he seguit com el dogma  més preciat que  tinc

La intel.ligència és un do, però el  que realment té mèrit  és la  generositat, la humilitat  i la tendresa....

No tot ha de ser  un brutal i salvatge  "quid pro quo" .


No és una  cançó fàcil, ni que entri a la primera però és  una  petita joia  literària plena d´imatges  plenes d´humanitat i de  vida.

Una lliçó en  tota regla.

LLàstima  d´aquells  que es  creguin massa guais com per no aprendre dels altres

Well, I awoke in relief. 

My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,

in a Chicago hospital. 

And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.

I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..." 

He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless 

and there's nothing you could do that would ever change this.

I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."

So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency.

While a million objects pass through my periphery. 

Now I'm rubbing my eyes 'cause they're starting to bother me. 

I've been staring too long at the screen.

But where was it when I first heard a sweet sound of humility? 

It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody. 

How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,

to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.