Birds.

[Lector, antes de empezar a leer dale 'Play' al video que aparece abajo y déjate acompañar por la música mientras lees. Me entenderás mejor; tanto más estarás conmigo]

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Viernes en la noche, Paseo de la Reforma. Los faros de los autos se difuminan por obra de mi miopía. Van con prisa, pero a mí me parecen adorables y serenos. Nada me turba; me siento bien, me siento espléndidamente acompañado de mí mismo. Estoy en paz. Avanzo caminando a través de la noche fría. Las luces brillan en todas direcciones. Las iluminaciones de la Navidad conservan su ternura aunque la época haya pasado ya. Hoy son unas figuras que visten el cielo de morados y azules lanzados al vuelo. Eso: todo es azul, un sereno azul que me arropa y me hace invulnerable. Mi caminar tiene un aire de estar dentro de una película. Eso es lo que hace en mí el iPod; la música. Tengo un sentimiento incontenible. Esta es la forma en que se presenta la felicidad. Hoy lo hace en forma de canción pues de pronto mi iPod decide tocar al azar Birds de Kate Nash. De pronto, todo hace sentido. El coro no me deja en paz, me habla de la ambivalencia terrible de la belleza:

"Right, birds can fly so high, or they can shit on your head.

Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared.

But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful.

That's how I feel about you”

Me detengo y veo el mundo a mi alrededor. Pienso en los que han elegido volar sólo para tener oportunidad de tirarte su mierda encima. Y de pronto se me ocurre que la belleza me ha sido dada, que he rozado la belleza, que la he sabido construir y ya nada importa. Aprecio el vuelo de la belleza y la mierda que termino limpiando es asunto mío. Escojo concentrarme en el vuelo de los pájaros y lo que le hacen al cielo, mi cielo sentimental. La mierda es de ellos, no mía. Tanto da. Entonces pienso en esta imagen que me regaló otro cielo, en otro atardecer, otro azar, y sigo caminando entre la gente. Nada me detiene:

Birds

Kate Nash

She was waiting at the station

He was getting off the train

He didn’t have a ticket so he had to bum through the barriers again.

Well the ticket inspector saw him rushing through

He said "girl you don't know how much I missed you but

We'd better run cos' I haven’t got the funds to pay this fine."

She said "fine."

Well so they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus

With two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of Bud,

And he said, "You look well nice."

Well she was wearing a skirt

And he thought she looked nice

And yeah, she didn’t really care about anything else

Because she only wanted him to think that she looked nice,

And he did.

But he was looking at her, yeah all funny in the eye.

She said "come on boy tell me what your thinking,

Now don’t be shy."

He said all right, "I'll try.

All the stars up in the sky and the leaves in the trees,

All the broken bits that make you jump up and grassy bits in between.

All the matter in the world is how much I like you."

She said "what?"

He said, "Let me try and explain again.

"Right, birds can fly so high, or they can shit on your head,

Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared.

But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,

That's how I feel about you.

Right birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head,

Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel well scared.

But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,

That's how I feel about you.

Yeah that’s how I feel about you."

She said "what?"

He said "you."

She said, "What are you talking about?"

He said "you. "

Right birds can fly so high or they can shit on your head

Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared.

But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,

That's how I feel about you.

Right birds can fly so high or they can shit on your head,

Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel well scared.

But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,

That's how I feel about you.

Right, that’s how I feel about you.

 She said, "Thanks, I like you too."

He said, "Cool."