La figura que se me ocurre es la del espiral, lo que Vattimo llama Verwindung, que no es la superación, no es la síntesis, no es el momento de epifanía, de revelación, de superación, de trascendencia, sino de indagación en los vericuetos del abismo.
viernes, 19 de febrero de 2010
Vericuetos
La figura que se me ocurre es la del espiral, lo que Vattimo llama Verwindung, que no es la superación, no es la síntesis, no es el momento de epifanía, de revelación, de superación, de trascendencia, sino de indagación en los vericuetos del abismo.
Shirley Bassey : Where Do I Begin?
Me encanta....
Where do I begin?
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start?
Like a summer rain
That cools the pavement with a patent leather shine
He came into my life and made the living fine
And gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
She fills my heart
She fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With her along, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand, it's always there
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, but this much I can say
I'm going to need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
She fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
He fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With her along, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand, it's always there
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, but this much I can say
I'm going to need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start?
Like a summer rain
That cools the pavement with a patent leather shine
He came into my life and made the living fine
And gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
She fills my heart
She fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With her along, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand, it's always there
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, but this much I can say
I'm going to need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
She fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
He fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With her along, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand, it's always there
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, but this much I can say
I'm going to need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
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