Old Friends. Campanas que tañen en la noche traen su imagen a la memoria. Como ellas, desaparecen dejando tan sólo un recuerdo.
Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.
Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old menLost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shouldersOf the old friends.
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears.
Paul Simon&Art Garfunkel
Estoy encantadisimo de parar por aquí... vendré a menudo a verte! un abrazo!
ResponderEliminar"The sounds of the city,
ResponderEliminarSifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders of the old friends.
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?"
No lo había oído antes. me gusta este trozo. por ahora el recuerdo mas parecido son los parques de París...