Historia de Fantasmas por Gordon Summner, a.k.a. "Sting"

El otro día, mientras me disponía a encerrar mi colección de Sting por un rato, encontré la mejor canción que le he escuchado en los últimos diez años. Se llama Ghost Story, está en el album Brand New Day y dice así:

I watch the western sky, the sun is sinking,
the geese are flying south, it sets me thinking
i did not miss you much, i did not suffer,
what did not killed me, just made me tougher

I feel the winter come, his icy sinews,
Now in the firelights, the case continues,
Another night in court,
the same old trial,
the same old questions asked,
the same denial

The shadows close me around, like jury members
I look for answers in the fires embers
What was i missing then, that whole december?
i give my usual line: “i don’t remember”

Another winter comes, his icy fingers creep,
into these bones of mine, these memories never sleep
And all these differences, a cloak i borrowed,
we kept our distances, what should it followed...
I Must Have Loved You...

What is the force that binds the stars?,
i wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide?
I never could find a place to hide

What moves the earth around the sun?
What could i do but run and run and run?
Afraid to love, afraid to fail,
a mast without a sail...

The moon’s a fingernail and slowly sinking,
anoher day begins and now i’m thinking
That this indifference was my invention
when everything i did, sought your attention

You were my compass star,
you were my measure,
you were a pirate’s map
of buried treasure

If this was all correct,
the last thing i’d expect,
The prosecution rests,
It’s time that i confess:
I Must Have Loved You...
I Must Have Loved You...
I Must Have Loved You...
I Must Have Loved You...
I Must Have Loved You...
I Must Have Loved You...
I Must Have Loved You...
I Must Have Loved You...

Como ven, trata acerca de negarse las cosas a uno mismo, una y otra y otra vez más. Yo me cansé de hacerlo. Y cuando al final lo acepté, era demasiado tarde. Así que, niños y niñas, NUNCA traten de cambiar lo que sienten. NUNCA traten de ocultarlo. ¿A quién queremos engañar, sino a nosotros mismos? Y cuando la verdad aparece ante nuestros ojitos, es amarga... triste y amarga.
Por cierto, te la dedico con todo mi cariño, M. Va en uno de tus cd’s. Dsifrutala. Escuchala. Y la proxima vez que alguien te haga llorar, don’t worry, you know anyway i will be there.