tierra agua aire

celícola.

(Del lat. caelum, -i, cielo, y ‒́cola).

1. m. Habitante del cielo.

rupícola.

(Del lat. rupes, -is, roca, y ‒́cola).

1. adj. Que se cría en las rocas.

acuícola.

(Del lat. aqua 'agua' y esp. ‒́cola).

1. adj. Dicho de un animal o de un vegetal: Que vive en el agua. U. t. c. s.

alchemy

Anoche volvió a sonar, esta vez en vinilo, aquel maravilloso vinilo que está incrustado en mi memoria de adolescente en tiempos de instituto. Sonó en el lugar más inesperado, en el ámbito de la magia y el milagro, cuando confluyen los astros, vete tú a saber qué astros. Y volví a recordar la primer vez que se me ocurrió desentrañar la letra y el asombro y la admiración que me produjo. Hoy vuelvo sobre ella, vuelvo a leerla, a dejarme llevar por los más de diez minutos que como lo que está narrando, me van llevando a lo largo de un sendero primero, una carretera después, una industrialización, un desastre, un verse atrapado, un todo cerrado, un desempleo, un agujero sin salida, un créeme, por dios, créeme cariño, te voy a sacar de aquí...

A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travelers came walking down the track
And they never went further, and they never went back
Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, and then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road 

Then came the mines, then came the ore
Then there was the hard times, then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow

I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work, but there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road 

You know, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder, like you don't seem to care
But believe in me, baby, and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't want to see it again

From all of these signs saying, "sorry, but we're closed"
All the way 
Down the telegraph road





Adenda, dos días después:
* Me voy a Luke S. y a su Taooine escuchándola detenidamente de nuevo.
* I've seen desperation explode into flames... Adónde me voy a ir sino a Roy Batty.