lunes, 27 de octubre de 2008

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Nick Drake - Time of No Reply


Summer was gone and the heat died down
And Autumn reached for her golden crown
I looked behind as I heard a sigh
But this was the time of no reply.

The sun went down and the crowd went home
I was left by the roadside all alone
I turned to speak as they went by
But this was the time of no reply.

The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There is no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way.

The trees on the hill had nothing to say
They would keep their dreams till another day
So they stood and thought and wondered why
For this was the time of no reply.

Time goes by from year to year
And no one asks why I am standing here
But I have my answer as I look to the sky
This is the time of no reply.

The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There`s no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way

2 comentarios:

fpf dijo...

To live or not to leave... Me alegra haber encontrado este lugar, Monsieur Mischkin. ¿Colocaste a Simic con las guías telefónicas? Sea.

Lucía dijo...

No sé muy bien cómo he llegado hasta aquí...tecleé Dylan (como casi siempre), pero los recuerdos de una tarde sin sol de hace siglos, en un pueblo cerca de la carretera de Boñar se revuelven en mi memoria. Un niño, con nombre "raro" estaba malo y mi madre fue a curarlo, y yo con ella... recuerdo estar muy contenta; alguien con quien jugar.