Esa musiquilla

Día gris camino del trabajo. La ciudad parece especialmente inhóspita hasta que esa musiquilla que sale por mis auricurales me empieza a inundar. Una simple melodía que me hace ver las cosas con otra luz, ya no son tan feas. ¿Qué haría sin la música?

Green Day, «Boulevard Of Broken Dreams»
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I’m the only one and I walk alone
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone
I’m walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What’s fucked up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs
To know I’m still alive and I walk alone.