Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.

En memoria de dos Generales que perdieron el corazón en dos países lejanos en dos batallas épicas. Vuestra memoria siempre perdurará en nosotros y vuestras vidas paralelas serán cantadas por Plutarco como la de los viejos héroes de antaño.

Despertad y escapad de esa soledad taciturna que os devora.

Y en su memoria este blog permanecerá en silencio por un tiempo.

i heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord but you don't really care for music, do you well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth the minor fall and the major lift the baffled king composing hallelujah hallelujah... well your faith was strong but you needed proof you saw her bathing on the roof her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you she tied you to her kitchen chair she broke your throne and she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the hallelujah hallelujah... baby i've been here before i've seen this room and i've walked this floor i used to live alone before i knew you i've seen your flag on the marble arch but love is not a victory march it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah hallelujah... well there was a time when you let me know what's really going on below but now you never show that to me do you but remember when i moved in you and the holy dove was moving too and every breath we drew was hallelujah well, maybe there's a god above but all i've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you it's not a cry that you hear at night it's not somebody who's seen the light it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah hallelujah... (Leonard Cohen)

 

 

A S1 y S2

 

El corazón me dice: "¡Busca su rostro!"

Y yo, Señor, tu rostro busco.

(Salmo 27:8)