500 miles.

Sonó esa canción, una docena de veces mientras recorríamos carreteras poco transitadas...Los tres cantábamos...Subíamos el volumen y hacíamos el tonto en el coche...sintiendo que el mundo era un poco menos nuestro y la vida un poco más intensa...Ver lo bueno y lo malo tan cerca, da que pensar...La esclavitud, el racismo, la opulencia, la riqueza...todos hijos de la misma tierra y con un destino tan distinto...Y el mismo precipicio, el mismo salto...¿Haremos el bien o haremos el mal?....¿Amaremos u odiaremos?....¿Cual elegiremos como nuestro camino?....Y entre todas esas preguntas, esa canción...

When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.
When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.

But I would walk five hundred miles,
And I would walk five hundred more,
Just to be the man who walked one thousand miles
To fall down at your door.

When I'm working, yes, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you.
And when the money comes in for the work I do,
I'll pass almost every penny on to you.

When I come home, oh, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you.
And if I grow old, well, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

But I would walk five hundred miles,
And I would walk five hundred more,
Just to be the man who walked one thousand miles
To fall down at your door.

When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who is lonely without you.
And when I'm dreaming, well, I know I'm gonna dream,
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you.

When I go out, well, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
And when I come home, yes, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you,
I'm gonna be the man who is coming home with you.

But I would walk five hundred miles,
And I would walk five hundred more,
Just to be the man who walked one thousand miles
To fall down at your door.

Y conforme los años han pasado sigue en mi mente esa canción....Y ahora la tendrás que hacer tuya, tendrás que recorrer 500 miles and 500 miles more....Y five hundred son muchas millas....mucho tiempo, mucho esfuerzo, muchos sucesos....pero merecerá la pena porque el amor gana...el amor gana siempre que tú recorras one thousand miles to fall down at her door...Fue un día maravilloso, espero que NY no os decepcione...