Qué grande es youtube, que nos permite encontrar cosas tan maravillosas. El próximo post será más alegre, pero por ahora, disfrutadlo. La música, y lo que dice. Escuchad.
“Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand in my youth are dead, even Jesse, but I still reach out to them.
Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn’t. But when I’m alone in the half-light of the canyon, all existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”