Into the Mystic

                                                                           Van Morrison:  el león gitano

En estos tiempos de necios, lo mejor es posicionarse, hacerse notar. No vale quedarse cruzado de brazos. Los perros andan sueltos, pero en este valle reseco, siempre hay un hueco para recuperar la magia. Los sueños no se pueden quebrar a base de golpes. Regresemos al lugar donde el sol y el viento son la misma cosa. La mar nos espera. En la orilla, el bote está listo para partir .


Javier Mateos




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We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl...

Too late to stop now...


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