Resignado a la trinchera de la cafetería, cuya máquina de
café relinchaba vapor por los ollares impacientes de purasangre de aluminio,
apoyó los codos en el iceberg eléctrico del arca frigorífica como un esquimal
abrazado a su iglú, y siguió esperando al lado de un mendigo sin piernas,
sentado en una manta, que extendía dos dedos a la altura de las rodillas ajenas…
El futuro en panavisión se extendía frente a él, real e
irreal como una historia de hadas alfombrada por la voz de Paul Simon:
We were
married on a rainy day
The sky was
yellow
And the
grass was grey
We signed
the papers
And we
drove away
I do it for
your love…
We were
married on a rainy day
The sky was yellow
And the grass was gray
We signed the papers
And we drove away
I do it for your love
The rooms were musty
And the pipes were old
All that winter we shared a cold
Drank all the orange juice
That we could hold
I do it for your love
Found a rug
In an old junk shop
And I brought it home to you
Along the way the colors ran
The orange bled the blue
The sting of reason
The splash of tears
The northern and the southern
Hemisphere
Love emerges and it disappears
I do it for your love
I do it for your love
The sky was yellow
And the grass was gray
We signed the papers
And we drove away
I do it for your love
The rooms were musty
And the pipes were old
All that winter we shared a cold
Drank all the orange juice
That we could hold
I do it for your love
Found a rug
In an old junk shop
And I brought it home to you
Along the way the colors ran
The orange bled the blue
The sting of reason
The splash of tears
The northern and the southern
Hemisphere
Love emerges and it disappears
I do it for your love
I do it for your love
Nos casamos en un día
lluvioso
El cielo era de color amarillo
Y la hierba era de color gris
Hemos firmado los papeles
Y nos alejamos
Lo hago por tu amor
Las habitaciones olían a rancio
Y las tuberías eran viejas
Todos los que compartimos un invierno frío
Bebió todo el jugo de naranja
Que podríamos tener
Lo hago por tu amor
Encontró una alfombra
En una tienda de trastos viejos
Y lo traje a casa para
En el camino los colores corrió
El sangrado de color naranja al azul
El aguijón de la razón
El chapoteo de las lágrimas
El norte y el sur de la
Hemisferio
El amor surge y desaparece
Lo hago por tu amor
Lo hago por tu amor
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