Pink Floyd

Yo, solo... sé poco sobre Pink Floyd. Pero sé que hay alguien que me quiere y mucho, y le encanta Pink Floyd. Y por más que a quién está dedicada esta entrada, no la lea jamás, no me preocupo, y se la escribo de corazón.
Conocí Pink Floyd y no como la mayoría, con "Another brick in the wall" si no con "Wish you were here". Con la mejor profesora de inglés que tuve (se llamaba Verónica y era colorada, buena onda) y nunca más la vi. Ella me enseñó mucho del inglés que sé hoy, y la explicación metafórica de los "lyrics" (letra) del tema.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

Y un tema que me enseñó Gilberto, a quien anteriormente no mencioné pero es a quién está dedicado el post:

Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.

A decir verdad, hay muchísimos temas lindos, pero estos eran dos, que conocidos de todos modos, quería enseñárselos hoy.