Por aquellas que vuelven. Un consejo para mi amigo equino.

Me gustaría explicartelo con Dolor, que es infinitamente más efectivo que las peras y manzanas.

Lo más cercano a eso es el credo de nuestro pastor Tom Waits. Santo Patrono de los sueños rotos y los corazones conservados en alcohol.

Me elejé de ese rebaño, pero cuando eres desterrado encuentras nuevos lugares (y nuevos sonidos) que ahora puedes llamar "casa". Incluso cuando ya no sueñes.

Well I stumbled in the darkness
I'm lost and alone
Though I said I'd go before us
And show the way back home
There a light up ahead
I can't hold on very long
Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home

Money's just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a head full of lightning
A hat full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home

I put food on the table
And roof overhead
But I'd trade it all tomorrow
For the highway instead
Watch your back, keep your eyes shut tight
Your love's the only thing I've ever known
One thing for sure pretty baby I always take the long way home

You know I love you baby
More than the whole wide world
You are my woman
I know you are my pearl
Let's go out past the party lights
Where we can finally be alone
Come with me and we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home

-Long Way Home / Tom Waits - Norah Jones