To Ramona, Bob Dylan

cuando empece a escribir me dije a mi mismo que no pondria lyrics de ninguna cancion, pero debido a la serie de eventos dados este fin de semana creo que es inevitable, y por la forma y el momento en que se presento esta cancion que fue tan particularmente exacto, por eso y por que entiendo cada palabra de esta cancion, por que estoy convencido de que fue escrita bajo la misma circunstancia que pasamos tu y yo, por eso..

Ramona, come closer,Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadnessShall pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the cityThough breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines.

Your cracked country lips,I still wish to kiss,
As to be under the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic movements Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But it grieves my heart, love,To see you tryin' to be a part ofA world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe, A vacuum, a scheme, babe,That sucks you into feelin' like this.
I can see that your headHas been twisted and fedBy worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are tornBetween stayin' and returnin'On back to the South.
You've been fooled into thinkingThat the finishin' end is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you, No one t' defeat you,'
Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

I've heard you say many times That you're better 'n no oneAnd no one is better 'n you.
If you really believe that,You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose.
From fixtures and forces and friends,Your sorrow does stem,
That hype you and type you,Making you feelThat you must be exactly like them.
I'd forever talk to you,
But soon lose my words,They would turn into a meaningless ring.
For deep in my heartI know there is no help I can bring.
Everything passes,Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.
And someday maybe,Who knows, baby,I'll come and be cryin' to you.