The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie ...

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie la lie ...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie ...

Empecemos desde cero…

Soy Jesús, una persona cualquiera con un nombre cualquiera.

Hoy, después de darle muchas vueltas, empiezo este blog. Y, ¿por qué iba yo a empezar un blog? Bueno, realmente vengo de otro blog, mi antiguo blog. Pero este otoño, en otoño de 2012, empiezo de cero mi vida.

Han pasado millones de cosas desde que abrí aquél blog hace hoy dos años y una semana justa. Y bueno, en este otoño va a comenzar una nueva etapa en mi vida, aunque siga siendo la misma. Aunque sea una especie de continuación del otro, abrir un blog y seguirlo es una ilusión enorme.

Lo dicho, otoño de 2012, nuevo blog y nueva vida.

Escrito bajo el arce, o eso me gustaría poder hacer.