crazy tales, asleep stories and other ramblings...

Tengo un tío-abuelo de 94 añazos que vivía en Asturies, pero ahora está en una residencia de ancianos en Zamora, porque allí vive y trabaja su hijo y ya no puede valerse por sí mismo.
Pues este viernes he ido a visitarlo.
Tenía bues aspecto y estaba muy bien cuidado, además la residencia parecía acogedora. Estaban haciendo una fiesta, que más tarde pude saber que se trataba de la celebración de los cumpleaños de los últimos tres meses.
Me pareció cruel obligar a alguien que vive de prestado a esperar desde junio hasta octubre para celebrar su cumpleaños.
Pero lo peor fue sin duda el ambiente premortem que rodeaba todo aquello. Dos docenas de ancianos sentados en círculo tomándose unas fantas y unas galletitas saladas con la presencia infame del silencio como invitado de honor. Un silencio de funeral, con vistas a la planicie castellana, tan llena de vitalidad. Algo así como un descansillo en la escalera hacia el cielo.

Os dejo esta joya de nuestro querido Jimmy Page, para que hagáis un poco de karaoke:

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure
'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder
Ah

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev'rything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to heaven