Y a causa del Pablo Neruda que se reportó
hace rato... este blog se pone poético!

aquí les va algo de los grandes maestros
de Pink Floyd:

WISH YOU WERE HERE

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Nunca está de más algo de poesía
para acariciar el alma!

Atte.
Mony