Aliados del silencio

por LaPetitePoupée Lun Oct 20, 2008 9:35 pm

Una vez más...

La música que le contaba su mp3 no significaba nada. La ciudad a oscuras era un lienzo en negro sobre el que no podía pintar nada. Las luces de la farola no eran luces, eran imaginaciones de una mente medio dormida que veía tenues resplandores sin distinguir si eran sueños de estrellas o el paisaje urbano nocturno. Cualquier parecido con la realidad es pura coincidencia.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

Pasos vagabundos en las frías calles. Los pensamientos se derraman en cada paso... ¿O quizás es el secreto de conocer que mientras todos sueñan con conocer mejor ciertas cosas otros sueñan con verse a sí mismos, conocerse mejor? Vagan, lejos de todos, alejados del ruido, inexistente a esas horas lejanas del sol. Y de pronto se alejan. Y viene una canción a la mente...

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

Los sonidos del silencio dicen más que las palabras de un diálogo. El silencio y los pensamientos unidos de la mano. Los pensamientos, aliados del silencio.

por Sand Mar Oct 21, 2008 12:02 am

Gracias por subirlo... Smile

Está muy bien

Ahora subiré también el mío... que se me ha quedado en el limbo What a Face

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