Para Félix

you want to go out friday
and you want to go forever.
you know that it sounds childish
that you've dreamt of alligators.
you hope that we are with you
and you hope you're recognized
you want to go forever
you see it in my eyes.
I'm lost in the confusion
and it doesn't seem to matter
you really can't believe it
and you hope it's getting better

you want to trust the doctors
their procedure is the best
but the last try was a failure
and the intern was a mess.
and they did the same to Matthew
and he bled 'til sunday night
they're saying don't be frightened
but you're weakened by the sight of it
you lock into a pattern
and you know that it's the last ditch
you're trying to see through it
and it doesn't make sense
but they're saying don't be frightened
and they're killing alligators
and they're hog-tied
and accepting of the struggle

you want to trust religion
and you know it's allegory
but the people who are followers
have written their own story.
so you look up to the heavens
and you hope that it's a spaceship
and it's something from your childhood
you're thinking don't be frightened

you want to climb the ladder
you want to see forever
you want to go out friday
and you want to go forever.
and you want to cross your dna
to cross your dna with something reptile.
and you're questioning the sciences
and questioning religion
you're looking like an idiot
and you no longer care.
and you want bridge the schism,
a built-in mechanism to protect you.
and you're looking for salvation
and you're looking for deliverance
you're looking for deliverance
you're looking like an idiot
and you no longer care.
you want to climb the ladder
you want to see forever.
you want to go out friday
you want to go forever.

REM - Hope, Up.

(Te amo)

"...El hijo de Grace y Ernest Turner, la hija de Emily y Jack Tallis, los amigos de la infancia, los conocidos de la universidad, en un estado de gozo expansivo y sereno afrontaban un cambio trascendental que habían alcanzado. La cercanía de una cara conocida no era absurda, sino maravillosa. Robbie miraba a la mujer, la chica a quien conocía de siempre, pensando que el cambio completo se había operado en él mismo, y era algo fundamental, tan fundamentalmente biológico como el nacimiento. Nada tan singular ni tan importante había acaecido desde el día de su nacimiento. Ella le devolvió la mirada, sorprendida por el hecho de su propia transformación, y abrumada por la belleza de una cara que la costumbre de toda una vida le había enseñado a pasar por alto. Susurró el nombre de él con la parsimonia de un niño que ensaya sonidos distintos. Cuando él respondió pronunciando el nombre de ella, sonó como una palabra nueva: las sílabas eran las mismas, pero el sentimiento era diferente. Por último el dijo las dos sencillas palabras que ni el arte malo ni la mala fe pueden abaratar del todo. Ella las repitió, con exactamente el mismo énfasis en la primera palabra, como si ella fuese la primera en decirlas. Él no tenía creencias religiosas, pero era imposible no pensar que había una presencia o un testigo invisibles en la habitación, y que aquellas palabras pronunciadas en voz alta eran como la firma de un contrato inmaterial."

Ian McEwan - Expiación