miércoles, 19 de diciembre de 2018

Elfenthal - The fairy's stolen smile



She was a tender fairy with a tender lovely smile

And all around the forest she was known 'cause of her smile
She gave it as a present to whoever she would meet
And the fairies and the creatures and the forest smiled with her
  
One night she was rowing in the middle of the lake
But then she was surprised by a very dark hard rain
The rain fell on her face like a dreadful evil spell
Pulling off her dreams and the lovely smile from her
  
She lost her smile in the middle of the lake
In a very dark hard rain that had a dreadful evil spell
She lost her smile in the middle of the rain
And the fairies and the creatures and the forest cried with her

She roamed the secret paths so cold through the night
And her eyes became as cold as her dreadful evil mind
The fairies and the creatures closed their eyes when she passed by
From the lovely tender smile just a memory remained
  
She tried to find her dreams searching in the stars
But only hate and pain fear and weary is what she found
Her eyes were dry of tears her soul was also dry
And bowing her head she roamed the secret paths

She lost her smile in the middle of the lake
In a very dark hard rain that had a dreadful evil spell
She lost her smile in the middle of the rain
But in fact what she had lost was the innocence of hers

Lalalei,...

But she came back from the dark with a different smile
La la la, la la la
Only those who come from there know the secret arts
That is what she said

She lost her smile in the middle of the lake
In a very dark hard rain that had a dreadful evil spell
She lost her smile in the middle of the rain
But in fact what she had lost was the innocence of hers
  
Lalalei,...

sábado, 8 de diciembre de 2018

Un sinsentido constante


Mientras que el paciente con su bata abierta en la espalda quedaba atrás en un segundo plano, la audiencia disfrutaba con la encarnecida lucha de egos que se libraba entre los bastidores. 


A nadie le importaba lo que éste tuviera que decir, se había asumido como normal que la buena praxis era hacer estudios y rellenar bases de datos antes que ofrecer una atención de calidad. 

Una vez más sentí la mirada del cinismo por encima del hombro, hecho que me trasladó como en anteriores ocasiones a rescatar los recuerdos de aquellas personas que implicándose en la excelencia de su trabajo consiguieron hacer de la enseñanza libertad, del aprendizaje ilusión y de las palabras valores. 

Regresando al presente me pareció que lo más sensato era preguntarse si nos estábamos volviendo locos, pero como dice Gabriel García Márquez sin dejar nunca de sonreír porque nunca sabes quién se va a enamorar de tu sonrisa.