Friday, August 14, 2009

The Hole


En un disco de The Beatles que ya he reseñado 40 veces aparece una canción que me encanta y si mi vida fuera una película hubiera empezado a sonar a manera de sinfonía visual hace unos días...
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where will it go

I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where will it go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where i belong I'm right
Where i belong.
See the people standing there
who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door.
I'm painting my room in the colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There i will go.

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where i belong I'm right
Where i belong.
Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door.

I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go.

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.*


This is my hole...

*Lennon-McCartney, 1967.