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Llevo unos días donde no dejo de escuchar esta canción pequeña, sencilla y hermosa de Marillion, una cara b de su single del año 1991 No one can. Me vienen imágenes de las espaciosas y tranquilas calles de Vitoria, de la cafetería de la universidad, del walkman negro y gastado donde escuchaba Holidays in eden y de los viajes en autobús con Arantza durmiendo en mi hombro. Lo decía Nietzsche, curvo es el sentido de la eternidad. Y hay un momento donde cruzamos por un lugar ya transitado. Ahora estoy en ese punto de cruce pero con la ventaja de un regreso compartido, de una segunda mirada a lo ya vivido. En los viajes de regreso siempre vemos detalles que se nos pasaron por alto la primera vez.
“Yo te sigo, a ver dónde vamos”.
A Collection (Marillion)
I've got a photograph
I took a picture of you
I took your picture in front of my favourite view
You play the part so well
You look so sure and free
No one could ever tell that you belong to me
And 'cause you lie so well
I've got to pin you down
Under lock and key
So you will always be in my collection
If you can't speak you can't lie
If you can't run, you can't hide
I know a place you can't die
So no one lives inside
My collection
I want to capture you
I want to immortalise
The way you play with your hair
The way you flash your eyes
I taste the air you breathe
I taste the food you eat
I keep your nails and hair
And some of the clothes you wear
If you can't speak you can't lie
If you can't run, you can't hide
And if you're dead you can't die
So no one lives inside
No one lives inside my collection
I've got some photographs
I'd like to show them to you
Though you don't know the girls
You'll recognise the view..
“Yo te sigo, a ver dónde vamos”.
A Collection (Marillion)
I've got a photograph
I took a picture of you
I took your picture in front of my favourite view
You play the part so well
You look so sure and free
No one could ever tell that you belong to me
And 'cause you lie so well
I've got to pin you down
Under lock and key
So you will always be in my collection
If you can't speak you can't lie
If you can't run, you can't hide
I know a place you can't die
So no one lives inside
My collection
I want to capture you
I want to immortalise
The way you play with your hair
The way you flash your eyes
I taste the air you breathe
I taste the food you eat
I keep your nails and hair
And some of the clothes you wear
If you can't speak you can't lie
If you can't run, you can't hide
And if you're dead you can't die
So no one lives inside
No one lives inside my collection
I've got some photographs
I'd like to show them to you
Though you don't know the girls
You'll recognise the view..
Tags: A Collection, Holidays in eden, Marillion