HERE I GO AGAIN

Vaya, vaquero... leo tu entrada anterior y me sorprendo una vez más de cómo podemos llegar a ser de iguales... llegué a dudar de si era una de esas entradas tuyas en las que hablas en primera persona de cosas que sienten otros (en este caso yo).

Pero, ¿ves?, siempre hay una salida, siempre hay un momento en que algo, o algiuen, te rescata del naufragio... siempre hay un momento rock que te eleva el alma.

Iba a poner la versión más 'cañera' de esta canción de Whitesnake, la que seguramente conocerás, pero en tu (nuestro) espacio esta es mucho más apropiada.

Ojo con la letra:

I don't know where I'm goin
but I sure know where I've been
hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again.

Tho' I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for.
Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on
'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.

Just another heart in need of rescue
waiting on love's sweet charity
an' I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days
'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again,
here I go again, here I go.

An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again,
here I go again, here I go,
here I go again

Y, a fin de cuentas, vaquero... eso es lo que nos queda, lo único que podemos hacer: seguir adelante, una y otra vez, aunque a veces nos parezca que caminamos solos.