Tratar de capturar momentos del pasado, puede ser inútil tarea...tratar de conectar esos momentos con los hechos presentes, puede ser mas inútil aun...
Para mi las señales, son siempre señales...
La visita de Paul a Buenos Aires y su enérgico y simpático español, me trajo a la memoria una canción que escuche mucho en el Octubre que se fue, dejando el perfume de los paraísos flotando en el aire...
Se que nada tiene que ver con nada, como todo tiene que ver con todo...
Sigo siendo incurable en algunos aspectos...y la luz me sigue maravillando...

Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.
We can work it out.

Think of what you're saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right.
Think of what I'm saying.
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long
We can work it out...

Si...definitivamente, soy incurable...