Porque todos en algún momento somos jóvenes y todos en algún momento estamos alegres y todos en algún momento queremos escuchar una canción así:

You Can All Join In

Here's a little song you can all join in with

It's very simple and I hope it's new

Make your own words up if you want to

Any old words that you think will do, yeah

Yellow, blue, what'll I do? Maybe I'll just sit here thinking

Black, white, stop the fight, does one of these colours ever bother you?

Here's a little dance you can all join in with

It's very simple and I hope it's new

Make your own steps up if you want to

Any old steps that you think will do

Left, right, don't get uptight, keep in line and you'll be alright

Clap hands, move around, make sure no one puts you down

Here's a little world you can all join in with

It's very simple and I hope it's new

Make your own life up if you want to

Any old life that you think will do

Love, yeah, it's nothing new, there's someone much worse off than you are

Help me set them free, just be what you want to be

(Dave Mason)

-Del segundo disco, homónimo, de Traffic (1968)-

Surtido

.Paro de estudiar. La toma del rectorado; eso es importante. ¿I'm Your Man no sería buena banda sonora de Frantic? Qué rico el mate. .Sigo estudiando.

Cáncer tal vez

¿Otra vez cables? ¿Otra vez cama y olor a hospital y comida lavada? ¿Otra vez suero y medicinas fluorescentes? ¿Otra vez todo eso?

Los recuerdos me atraviesan como rayos: enfermeras, vómitos, dolor. Las paredes eran blancas; en mi cabeza son negras.
Seis años de salud, y de vuelta al ruedo.
O por ahí no.

Escuchando: The Times They Are A-Changin' (Bob Dylan, 1964)