215.ª despedida

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Esta noche estuve a punto de dejar mi sonrisa en el espejo de una motocicleta. En estos momentos quiero entender que debo perder el miedo a no saber levantarme mañana por la mañana. Me despido de los paseos nocturnos nevados de todas las ciudades donde se mata con entusiasmo. No es una justificación, en todo caso es una manera de prolongar en el aire las notas de mi xilófono.

I was born in Londonderry
I was born in Derry City too
Oh what a special child
To see such things and still to smile
I know that there was something wrong
But I kept my head down and carried on
I grew up in Enniskillen
I grew up in Inis Ceathlain too
Oh what a clever boy
To watch your hometown be destroyed
I know that I could not stay long
So I kept my head down and carried on
Who cares where national borders lie
Who cares whose laws you’re governed by
Who cares what name you call a town
Who’ll care when you’re six feet beneath the ground
From the corner of my eye
A hint of blue in the black sky
A ray of hope, a beam of light
An end to thirty years of night
The church-bells ring, the children sing
What is this strange and beautiful thing
It’s the sunrise
Can you see the sunrise?
I can see the sunrise
The divine comedy
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