"SALTANDO", que es lo mismo. Es un corto de dibujos que tiene una gran enseñanza a parte de un ritmo de esos en los que te entran ganas de moverte pero no puedes. Notas que tus órganos están bailando pero su envase permanece quieto, temeroso al posible ridículo, si estás en compañía claro.
Viene al caso porque la siempre voluntariosa e ingeniosa MaryQueen ha tenido una de esas ideas que la caracterizan: colgar las fotos de cualquier sitio pero con una condición, que las personas que salgan en ellas estén saltando. El blog se titula:
Viene al caso porque la siempre voluntariosa e ingeniosa MaryQueen ha tenido una de esas ideas que la caracterizan: colgar las fotos de cualquier sitio pero con una condición, que las personas que salgan en ellas estén saltando. El blog se titula:
La letra en inglés es la siguiente (para los zoquetes que no la entiendan):
Here’s a story on how strange is life with its changes
And it happened not long ago.
On a high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges
A playground south of the snow
Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen,
It would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean,
Such a source of great pride
that it caused him to preen.
And he’d break out in high stepp’n dance.
He would dance for his neighbors across the way.
I must say that they found his dancin’ enhancin’,
For they’d also join in the play.
Then one day…
Then a-boundin up the slope
Came a great American jackalope.
This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope,
Caused to pause and check out the lamb.
“Hey kid, why the mope?”
“I used to be something all covered with fluff,
And I’d dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff,
Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough
And sheared me and dropped me back here in the buff.
And if that’s not enough
Now my friends all laugh at me
Cause they think I look ridiculous, funny, and pink.”
“Pink? Pink? Well, what’s wrong with pink?
Seems you’ve got a pink kink in your think.
Does it matter what color? Well, that gets nope.
Be it pink purple or heliotrope.
Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down,
When you find that you’re down well just look around:
You still got a body, good legs and fine feet,
Get your head in the right place and hey, you’re complete!
“Now as for the dancin’, you can do more,
You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar.
You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down,
And you’ll find you’re up in what’s called a bound.
Bound, bound, and rebound.
Bound and you’re up right next to the sky,
And I think you can do it if you give it a try,
First get a leg up, slap it on down…”
So every year, along about May,
They’d load him up and they’d haul him away,
And they’d shave him and dump him all naked and bare.
He learned to live with it, he didn’t care,
He’d just bound, bound, bound, and rebound.
Now in this world of ups and downs…
So nice to know there are jackalopes around.
And it happened not long ago.
On a high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges
A playground south of the snow
Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen,
It would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean,
Such a source of great pride
that it caused him to preen.
And he’d break out in high stepp’n dance.
He would dance for his neighbors across the way.
I must say that they found his dancin’ enhancin’,
For they’d also join in the play.
Then one day…
Then a-boundin up the slope
Came a great American jackalope.
This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope,
Caused to pause and check out the lamb.
“Hey kid, why the mope?”
“I used to be something all covered with fluff,
And I’d dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff,
Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough
And sheared me and dropped me back here in the buff.
And if that’s not enough
Now my friends all laugh at me
Cause they think I look ridiculous, funny, and pink.”
“Pink? Pink? Well, what’s wrong with pink?
Seems you’ve got a pink kink in your think.
Does it matter what color? Well, that gets nope.
Be it pink purple or heliotrope.
Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down,
When you find that you’re down well just look around:
You still got a body, good legs and fine feet,
Get your head in the right place and hey, you’re complete!
“Now as for the dancin’, you can do more,
You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar.
You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down,
And you’ll find you’re up in what’s called a bound.
Bound, bound, and rebound.
Bound and you’re up right next to the sky,
And I think you can do it if you give it a try,
First get a leg up, slap it on down…”
So every year, along about May,
They’d load him up and they’d haul him away,
And they’d shave him and dump him all naked and bare.
He learned to live with it, he didn’t care,
He’d just bound, bound, bound, and rebound.
Now in this world of ups and downs…
So nice to know there are jackalopes around.
Y esta es la versión en español, que igual no habéis pillado la moraleja con la del inglés:
Es la vida una rueda con forma de noria
y hace poco esto pasó:
En un llano entre montes que era una gloria
y un lago que la nieve dejó,
un cordero vivía en ese lugar
su lana brillaba en el sol matinal.
En el agua del lago se vió reflejar
y orgulloso empezó a zapatear.
Ante todos bailó y bailó
creo yo que su danza
confianza para unirse a su baile les dio.
Pero un día...
(al cordero vinieron a buscar
y se lo llevaron para esquilar)
Saltando se acercó un conejílope singular.
El sabio entre sabios se sorprendió
y al cordero fue a preguntar
Chico, ¿Qué pasó?
Yo era suave igual que algodón
lucía ante todos danzando mi son
pero sin preguntar, sin ninguna razón
se llevaron mi lana y me dejaron pelón.
La gente al mirar se ríe burlándose
y es cruel
porque ridícula y rosa es mi piel.
Piel, piel, ¿que es rosa tu piel?
tu mente te miente, eso sí es cruel.
¿El color es que importa? ¡Vaya cuestión!
seas púrpura, gris, beige o marrón.
A veces vas mal, a veces mejor.
Si te sientes fatal mira alrededor...
Aún tienes un cuerpo y patas y pies
la cabeza en su sitio, perfecto!, ¿lo ves?
En cuanto a la danza, hay que practicar.
A lo alto y lo ancho, ¡tú puedes volar!
Levanta una pata, pisa para impulsar,
hacia el cielo irás y lo tocarás.
Subes y bajas, ¡la vida es así!
¡Qué suerte que hay conejílopes aquí!
2 comentarios:
Si esque en el fondo se que me adoras! aunque no me esperes a la salida de economia!!!
Gracias ;)
Weeepa, el enlace lo tienes mal puesto... por lo demás, chapó, como siempre... ;)
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