Tiempos difíciles

Asomo la cabeza por aquí (lo que se puede, en estos tiempos difíciles que corren), simplemente para dejaros un directo à couper le souffle (ocho minutos de vello erizado y reconciliación instantánea con la vida y el mundo, si se estaba perdiendo la fe), y para desearos que todo vaya bien en este año un tanto raro que estamos viviendo, por decirlo de una forma eufemística.

Cuidaos y tened presente que siempre nos quedarán las artes (y el recuerdo).

Este cuadro me suena #12

Para ti, Myra, con todo mi agradecimiento por habérmela regalado antes.

Dos cómicos (Edward Hopper, 1966)

Este cuadro me suena #3

Nighthawks (Edward Hopper, 1942)

"You Don't Know What Love Is" (Chet Baker)

You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose
You don't know what love is

You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost
You don't know what love is

Do you know how a lost heart feels
The thought of reminiscing
And how lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing

You don't know how hearts burn
For love that can not live yet never dies
Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
You don't know what love is

You don't know how hearts burn
For love that can not live yet never dies
Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
How could you know what love is...
What love is... what love is...