4 años en un pueblo

Esta es una canción que mi querido @ivanradiopostal (que tiene un blog muy paja) compartió en twitter y creo que define muy bien la sensaciones de todos aquellos que hemos experimentado el vivir en provincia. La amas y la odias. Te quejas de ella, pero cuando te vas la extrañas. Cuando regresas te encanta, pero ya no te hallas. En fin, te marca haber vivido ahí, haber nacido ahí. Esta va para Piura, sus siestas de tres de la tarde y los amigos que me dio.

Les dejo la letra:

I know somewhere There is a party going down/ Interesting people Conversation to be found/ I've lived in cities Where there is no solitude/ I've made some friends here That I hope I never lose/ But, for now I want to stay in this quiet town / The neighbors on my block They've got stories to tell / This is the grocery But, once was the hotel / And Mr. Driskle he just stands there With his smile / Inviting everyone he sees To come inside / This is the life I want to live in a quiet town / Ohhhh Sometimes I miss the show I learned a long time ago / Ohhhh Sometimes I miss the show I learned a long time ago/ Come Sunday morning There's a market on the square / Children are playing Bells are ringing in the air / Old men are drinking It's a lazy afternoon / Content with thinking That there is nothing to do / So for now I'm going to stay in this quiet town / In this quiet town / In this quiet town.

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Qué paja.

Glo