A WHITER SHADE OF PALE

Sabeis esas veces, en la que estás haciendo cualquier cosa, e insconcientemente, estás silbando o tarareando una canción, de forma impulsiva y quien sabe, si quizás hasta obsesiva, porque no consigues quitartela de la cabeza.  Esos días en los que una melodía te persigue y tú, te dejas perseguir, esos momentos, en los que te preguntas, si será tu estado de animo o cualquier otra situación, la que ha llevado a tu mente, a elegir dichas estrofas como banda sonora del pensamiento de ese momento. Pues desde anoche llevo con "A whiter shade of pale" revoloteando por mis sonidos, saliendo con fuerza de mi garganta a veces, otra sonando en la intimidad de mi cabeza. ¿Por qué? ¿A quien le importa?. No hay mejor manera de agradecer la música, que compartirla con los demás, con aquellos que gusten de sentarse un segundo a escuchar lo que les tienes que contar. Aquí la teneis.

We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda' seasick
the crowd called out for more
the room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
when we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray

and so it was that later
as a mirror told its tale
that her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale

She said: "There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see"
but I wandered through my playing cards
would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might just as well've been closed

and so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale..