Jul 16

THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE

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Obsequio de mi pequeña SOFIA desde el Violin:  

Canción de Simon & Garfunkel

THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE 

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sounds of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of the neon light, that split the night
And touch the sounds of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared disturb the sounds of silence.
‘Fools,’ said I, ‘you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
‘But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

LOS SONIDOS DEL SILENCIO

Vieja amiga oscuridad
otra vez quisiera hablar
por que he tenido nuevamente
una vision que suavemente
iba cambiando mi manera de pensar
la oigo hablar
la escucho en el silencio

En sueños caminaba yo
entre la niebla y la ciudad
por calles frias desoladas
cuando una luz blanca y helada
hirio mis ojos
y tambien hirio la oscuidad
la vi brillar
la veo en el silencio
en la desnuda luz mire
vi mil personas tal vez mas
genete que hablaba sin porder hablar
gente que oia sin poder oir
y un sonido que
los envolvia sin piedad
lo puedo oir
sonidos del silencio
entonces yo les quise hablar
entronces los quise ayudar
quise sentirlos como hermanos
quise tomarlos de las manos
pero no podian
no podina despertar
y entender
de un dia en el silencio
se arrodillaban a rezar
aquella luz era su dios
yo les grite que despertaran
que la verdad ahi no estaba
que los profetas no, no son luces de neon
y que dios
siempre habla en el silencio.