En estos momentos tengo muchas cosas atoradas, revueltas, hirviendo dentro de mí. Quiero gritarlas. Juliorush alguna vez escribió en su otro blog que cuando lo privado se hace público, y no queda más remedio, sólo quedan las metáforas…
Un amigo me pasó hace poco una carpeta con música y hallé en ella esta canción. En estos momentos esta rola bien puede ser una metáfora para mí y más que en este medio lo privado se hace público. ¿Juliorush? Sí, las coincidencias existen. El sincrodestino también. Y nos ha reunido para que hablemos y compartamos sobre la vida misma.
Dejaré que la siguiente metáfora hable por sí sola de mí, de él... de nosotros...

Troy - Sinnead O'Connor

I remember it
And Dublin in a rainstorm
And sitting in the long grass in summer
Keeping warm
I remember it
Every restless night
We were so young then
We thought that everything
We could possibly do was right
Then we moved
Stolen from our very eyes
And I wondered where you went to
Tell me when did the light die
You will rise
You'll return
The phoenix from the flame
You will learn
You will rise
You'll return
Being what you are
There is no other Troy
For you to burn

And I never meant to hurt you
I swear I didn't mean
Those things I said
I never meant to do that to you
Next time I'll keep my hands to myself instead
Oh, does she love you
What do you want to do?
Does she need you like I do?
Do you love her?
Is she good for you?
Does she hold you like I do?

Do you want me?
Should I leave?
I know you're always telling me
That you love me
Just sometimes I wonder
If I should believe
Oh, I love you
God, I love you
I'd kill a dragon for you
I'll die
But I will rise
And I will return
The Phoenix from the flame
I have learned
I will rise
And you'll see me return
Being what I am
There is no other Troy
For me to burn

And you should've left the light on
You should've left the light on
Then I wouldn't have tried
And you'd never have known
And I wouldn't have pulled you tighter
No I wouldn't have pulled you close
I wouldn't have screamed
No I can't let you go
And the door wasn't closed
No I wouldn't have pulled you to me
No I wouldn't have kissed your face
You wouldn't have begged me to hold you
If we hadn't been there in the first place
Ah but I know you wanted me to be there oh oh
Every look that you threw told me so
But you should've left the light on
You should've left the light on
And the flames burned away
But you're still spitting fire
Make no difference what you say
You're still a liar
You're still a liar
You're still a lawyer