Tapando un agujero

Nunca un poema es lo que su autor creyó, como dijo Girri.


Esta mañana escuché esta canción, de casualidad, y sentí que este juego entre el bricolage  y la psicodelia nos decía a varios algo interesante en este día donde mucha gente está tapando un agujero por donde entra la lluvia. 

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where will it go
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where will it go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door.
I'm painting my room in the colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go.
And it really doesn't matter if
I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door.
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.

Para aquellos que llegaron después: esto fue escrito en el '67 por 
McCartney.