So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell,

blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

running over the same old ground.

What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

David Gilmour/Roger Waters

de calmadas inquietudes

Tímida silueta de sonrisa inquieta dibujada ante atónito espectador, tal eterna ceremonia de inocente tarde de ilusión. El telón se abre ante el esencial de sus espectáculos, lugar donde varita y chistera se tornan en superfluos aderezos esta vez, pues la magia se encierra en el siempre indeciso discurrir de sus enigmáticas emociones. Tiempo de teatro en espera de próxima función...