blue Zimmerman

It's all over now, Baby Blue

But whatever you wish to keep,

you better grab it fast.

Me gustaría ser lo que precises,

sencillamente y nada más; mas ¿sabe

acaso nadie bien lo que cabe

pedir o recibir? Hay zonas grises,

difíciles de ver, y a  veces bises

mejores que el programa. Sol sin clave,

el mundo viene y va como la nave

de algún desmemoriado nuevo Ulises.

Si afina la sirena, si te duele

nocturna mi palabra o si te huele

a sitios que conoces y olvidaste,

sería muy feliz. No aspiro a tanto

-pero lo espero igual. Con eso baste.

La oscuridad persiste. Yo me planto.

Devocionario pop, de Alejandro Arturo González Terriza

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Bob Dylan