Me regalaron esto hace unos días y aún no había tenido la pausa requerida. Hoy toca. El cielo está limpio. Los ecos de estos días caen amorosamente en la memoria mientras el bajo que acompaña a Blossom hace vibrar los cristales de este salón que es la cabina de una lanzadera espacial. Disco duro no me falta. RAM igual sí.
La aparición de un espécimen como Blossom es tan improbable como la de Billy H. Mano derecha y mano izquierda. La autoría del tema, como siempre, no es casualidad.
When I was young I lived in a world of dreams
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes
Though now I'm much more grown up
I fear that I must own up
To the fact that I'm in doubt of
What the modern cynics shout of
They say it's spring
This feeling light as a feather
They say this thing
This magic we share together
Came with the weather too
They say it's May
That's made me daft as a daisy
It's May, they say
That gave the whole world this crazy
Heavenly, hazy hue
I'm a lark
On the wing
I'm the spark of a firefly's fling
Yet to me
This must be
Something more than a seasonal thing
Could it be spring
Those bells that I can hear ringing
It may be spring
But when the robins stop singing
You're what I'm clinging to
Though they say it's spring
It's you
If poets sing
That when a heart's sympathetic
It's merely spring
Then poets plights are pathetic
Though I'm poetic too
They say it's spring
For lovers, there's where the lure is
That evil thing
For which September the cure is
This, they are sure is true
Though I know
That it's so
That my fancy may turn in the spring
With the right
One in sight
One can find a perpetual thing
Did I need spring
To bring the ring that you bought me
Though it was spring
That wondrous day that you caught me
Darling I thought we knew
That it wasn't spring
'Twas you
