Así es... con los atardeceres en el Pacífico, tan cercano y tan distante. Quizá debería de buscarme una escalera al cielo.
Por eso los des/varios
"There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leavingIn my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking (..)
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll"
Stairway to heaven, Led Zeppelin