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[quote="JacquesD"]disparada y saborear como sonaban, al principio, en mi vida los versos de Dylan en My back pages. Encerrar, cuando pueda, la lengua en mi boca reprimiéndome cantarlos tan mal...

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Flowing high and mighty traps
Countless fire n' flaming rope
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
Sisters fled by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Así como fui feliz, en pequeños pellizcos de tiempo, vuelvo a serlo. Con aquella y otras muchas cintas de casette...
Un abrazo.[/quote]

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