¡Se acabó! se terminaron esos días eternos en los que había que luchar contra los nervios y el sueño para que resultaran más eficientes y productivos. Hay vida después de Selectividad. Núnca he estado más nervioso para un examen y creo que este era el ideal para llegar al límite, pues de él depende el número de puertas abierta en el camino que empezamos ahora. De todas formas no fue tan terrible como pensaba, e incluso me atrevo a decir que tuvimos algo de suerte con las opciones de los exámenes. Pero todo eso ya quedó atrás. Comienza el verano, tiempo. Tiempo para salir, para dormir, escribir (que me veo un poco torpe), leer, estar con quien desees estar… realizar un nuevo proyecto de vida a lo Ortega y Gasset. Os deseo mucha suerte a los que se presenten en septiembre y un feliz verano a los que hayan acabado.
Os pongo la letra de Hotel California de Eagles, que me hacia pensar en el verano y que me inquieta tras haberme fijado bien en la letra. Un saludo.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
‘this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
‘please bring me my wine’
He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
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