Cuando cada día tienes una nueva inspiración para continuar ampliando una historia quiere decir dos cosas. La primera es que tal vez nunca termines de escribirla. La segunda es que al acostarte habrás aprendido algo más.
No todo es cuestión de estrategia, saber dónde mover las fichas en las distintas partidas de ajedrez con las que nos reta la vida. A veces debemos pararnos a pensar por qué y para qué jugamos. En ocasiones nos daremos cuenta que es preferible retirarse y perder la partida que jugarla para perder el tiempo y la vida.
Hace bastante tiempo que tengo el disco «Hed Kandi: Serve Chilled 2008» pero creo que hasta hoy no me había percatado de esta canción.
[Then one]
You had your chance, but you never called me.
So I started to get cold.
[Then two]
And to be tired of this little romance
Tired of fake diamonds, fake silver, fake gold.
You had your chance, but you didn’t grab it,
so I slowly slipped away.
[Then three]
And I grow tired of this little romance,
tired of cheap flowers, cheap candy, cheap champagne.
But my darling, I never wanted,
fur coat or your cabriolet.
Cos all I wanted, was you to want me,
and I wanted you to want me to stay.
You had your chance, but you never called me,
so I started to get cold.
And to be tired of this little romance,
tired of fake diamonds, fake silver, fake gold.
[Then One]
You had your chance, but you didn’t grab it
so I slowly slipped away.
[Then Two]
And I grow tired of this little romance,
tired of cheap flowers, cheap candy, cheap champagne.
My darling, I never wanted, fur coat or your cabriolet.
[Then Three]
Cos all I wanted, was you to want me,
and I wanted you to want me to stay.
But my darling, I just wanted you to want me to stay…
