Badlands

Me sitúo en un entreacto. Como los del teatro.

Me miro en un espejo y veo asomar dos realidades. Antes y después. Una delgada línea cruza ambos perfiles y la vertiginosa verdad, cual fuera si existiere, amenaza con devolver una de las dos mitades abismo del que han surgido.

I want control right now talk about a dream
Try to make it real you wake up in the night (...) Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul

He despertado tantas veces en la noche que hasta aparezco en los sueños de quien menos quiero amenazar. De quien menos quiero ser su monstruo. Dulce, suave y pequeña luz.

Me debato entre mirar a un futuro incierto o encerrarme en un presente aciago. Desconsiderado.  Spend your life waiting for a moment that just don't come. Well, don't waste your time waiting. Malos tiempos.

Bucaremos tierras prometidas, en lugar de tierras malditas. Buscaremos nuevos mundos que distraigan atenciones que viejos mundos no supieron atender. Y que esa oportunidad que se resiste, a los leones, lobos o fieras sean, mis fantasmas de ese pasado devoren.

Y si no estás, no estás. No será por mí. Sweet

I wanna find one face
that ain't looking through me
I wanna find one place,
I wanna spit in the face of these badlands

Del genial disco Darkness of the edge of town (1978), del genial Bruce Springsteen. El Boss para lo amigos.

Directo en 1978, en Maryland

Directo en 1988, en Berlin oriental

En directo, año 2000, en New York city

Lights out tonight
trouble in the heartland
Got a head-on collision
smashin' in my guts, man
I'm caught in a cross fire
that I don't understand
But there's one thing I know for sure girl
I don't give a damn
For the same old played out scenes
I don't give a damn
For just the in betweens
Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul
I want control right now
talk about a dream
Try to make it real
you wake up in the night
With a fear so real
Spend your life waiting
for a moment that just don't come
Well, don't waste your time waiting

CHORUS
Badlands, you gotta live it everyday
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you've gotta pay
We'll keep pushin' till it's understood
and these badlands start treating us good

Workin' in the fields
till you get your back burned
Workin' 'neath the wheel
till you get your facts learned
Baby I got my facts
learned real good right now
You better get it straight darling
Poor man wanna be rich,
rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied
till he rules everything
I wanna go out tonight,
I wanna find out what I got
Well I believe in the love that you gave me

I believe in the love that you gave me
I believe in the faith that could save me
I believe in the hope
and I pray that some day
It may raise me above these

CHORUS

mmmmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm

For the ones who had a notion,
a notion deep inside
That it ain't no sin
to be glad you're alive
I wanna find one face
that ain't looking through me
I wanna find one place,
I wanna spit in the face of these badlands