... es la escogida para estos días de extensa soledad imperativa. Sin distinción de credos o religiones, de colores o insignias, simplemente una canción que apacigüe esas ausencias y faltas a las que nos tiene mal acostumbrada la distancia y la mala práctica de algunos concesionarios de este país que se autoproclaman "oficiales" de la eficiencia y eficacia.
Más nos valdría mudarnos de plaza y que la inercia del movimiento curvilíneo uniforme hiciera todo lo demás, mientras tanto, aguardando…
Living on the road my friend,
is gonna keep yo free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy,
but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams...
is gonna keep yo free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy,
but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams...
