Hiel

“Ever heard this story? There once was a tiger striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, revived and lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he didn’t really care for. The cat wasn’t afraid to die. Then one day, the cat became a stray cat, which meant he was free. He met a white female cat, and the two of them spent their days together happily. Well, years passed and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger striped cat cried a million times and then he died too. Except this time he didn’t come back to life."

Spike Spiegel a Jet Black en Cowboy Bebop, ep. 26 (Real Folk Blues Part Two).

No estando en los días,
Repitiendo las horas con ardor.
Voluble e impreciso trotador,
Yo caminante sentencio explicito así.
Tantos caminos sin recorrer,
Mi piel que no espera llegada.
Tempestades en prosa helada,
Un abrazo tuyo confía en mí.

Confían en mí,
Con los puños cerrados tus ojos fulgor.
Cuentan los sueños sin miedo al error,
Que arrojan las penas y vuelven conmigo.
Ahora que siento esta hiel,
Reflejo tu llanto despierto al salir.
Entiende que no estoy yendo a morir,
Voy a comprobar si realmente estoy vivo.