He estado de compras... y he comprado tres cosas. Lo primero: una máquina de escribir. Acabaré el capítulo seis de mi novela y seremos millonarios. La segunda: una estufa. Aquí hay calor humano pero no basta... La tercera: un despertador... porque hay que introducir el tiempo en nuestras vidas... porque nos hace falta disciplina... sobre todo a mí... y porque será la única forma de cronometrar mi tiempo.
[Ópera Prima, Fernando Trueba, 1980]
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domingo, 13 de diciembre de 2015

My way

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, the he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way

Yes, it was my way

Ayer se cumplieron 100 años del nacimiento de Frank Sinatra [1915-1998]. No compuso la letra ni la música de esta canción, pero es como si fuera suya.
Y a mi me parece toda una declaración de principios...