Júbilo

 

Ramon Zürcher. “Das merkwürdige Kätzchen”. 2013

“… When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears and the lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came

Its a long, long while, from May to December
But the days grow short, when you reach September
When the autumn, autumn weather, turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got the time, For the waiting game

The days disappear, they disappear from view
September, November

These few precious days, I’ll spend with you
These few precious days, I’ll spend with you

Ooh! The days disappear, disappear
Down to a precious view
September, November

These few precious days, I’ll spend them with you
These precious days, I wanna spend them with you
These precious days, I wanna spend them with you

September song, September song
September song, September song

September song, September song
September song, September song

September song, (help me, help me) September song
Precious days, precious days, September song

I’ll spend with you, precious days, September song…”

Momentos hermosos e ilusionantes. Aquellos que requieren grandes esfuerzos en su consecución y en sus consecuentes, de esos que gozan del aura de lo excepcional hermanado con lo titánico. Un hito clave que marca con evidente notoriedad, las posibles variables del proceloso itinerario vital. Hoy. A place called home. Quelle aventure, quelle aventure…