sardina fresca

Quizás la novela solo hable a fin de cuentas de lo de siempre, de uno de esos dos o tres temas que se repiten una y otra vez desde el principio de los tiempos: los paraísos perdidos. Un tema tramposo para abordar otro día con más extensión.
La chica es bella, oscura y tiene un nombre evocador: Clara Longo. Él es inocente hasta la exasperación; una inocencia que va a dejar de tener porque va descubrir la pérdida. Y porque va a caer en las redes de la melancolía: Love really hurts without you, There´ll be sad songs. Claro, Flanagan, qué te creías. Billy Ocean no existe por generación espontánea.
Novela negra para jovencitos. Já.
No pidas sardina fuera de temporada. Andreu Martín y Jaume Ribera. Un regalo para los amantes de la buena literatura juvenil, o sea, de la buena literatura, con un tercio final apoteósico
Con banda sonora incluida. Impagable estética y prominencia inguinal:


You run around town like a fool and you think that it's groovy
You're givin' it to some other guy who gives you the eye
You don't give nothin' to me, you painted a smile
And you dress all the while to excite me.
But don't you know you're turning me on
I know that it's wrong, but I can't stop this pain inside me.

Baby, love really hurts without you,
Love really hurts without you,
And it's breaking my heart,
But what can I do, baby,
Love really hurts without you,
Love really hurts through and through
And it's breaking my heart
But what can I do without you, baby?

You walk like a dream and you make like you're Queen of the action
You're using ev'ry trick in the book the way that you look
You're really something to see, you cheat and you lie
To impress any guy that you fancy, but don't you know
I'm out of my mind, so give me a sigh
And help to ease the pain inside me.

Baby, love really hurts without you,
Love really hurts without you,
And it's breaking my heart,
But what can I do, baby,
Love really hurts without you,
Love really hurts through and through
And it's breaking my heart
But what can I do without you, baby?