Comenzar el blog con este tema no es pura coincidencia. Es uno de los temas más hermosos que se hayan escrito en la faz de la Tierra, y si, su autor no podía ser otro que este ser invencible, único e inigualable. Por esto, y por muchos otros adjetivos que describen a este artista y que no han sido utilizados por mi persona (requeriría mucho más que un párrafo introductorio, creanlo) he decidido crear este blog, porque aquel que no lo conoce, debería conocerlo, porque aquel que no ha escuchado sus canciones, está perdido vagando sin rumbo. Quizá Dylan los ayude a perderse más, pero puedo prometerles que si ustedes escuchan con atención sus temas y sus letras, y se formulan las preguntas correctas, encontrarán las respuestas que tanto anhelan encontrar. Dylan no solo es un cantautor, es un poeta y un filósofo, es un estilo de vida personificado; es una persona, pero no solo una persona común y corriente, es un personaje que vive y vivirá siempre en la historia de la humanidad plasmado en su música, su poesía y sus libros. Es el capitán de este barco, que nos llevará a navegar por todos los océanos y mares existentes en este planeta, esas aguas llenas de una belleza musical que el mismo Apolo gustaría navegar como Bob lo hace, con esa naturalidad que tanto lo caracteriza y lo hace tan sublime. Las velas están atadas, el viento es sur... Zarpemos, con un simple giro de fe, esa fe que tengo en este camino que he decidido navegar, y ustedes también. Capitán, manos a la obra.
"Simple Twist Of Fate"
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
It was then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a-beat-up shade where he was waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere
He told himself he didn't care pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in
Maybe she'll pick him out again how long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring
She was born in spring but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
It was then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a-beat-up shade where he was waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere
He told himself he didn't care pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in
Maybe she'll pick him out again how long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring
She was born in spring but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
nice, very nice...
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