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11 January 2016

A letter to Bowie.

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues.
Let's dance to the song they're playing on the radio.
Let's sway while color lights up your face.
Let's sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space.

Let's dance hasta el planeta Marte, Ziggy, haya vida o no.
Avisa a Major Tom, que el viento se está poniendo salvaje.
We want to live, me dices. 
Tranquilo, eres infinito, como solo los héroes lo son, forever and ever.
And the clocks wait so patiently on your song.
Mientras tanto aquí nos quedamos siendo un poco más suicidas del Rock'n Roll.
Y enseñando, más que nunca, el Bowie que llevamos dentro.

(El mundo no estaba preparado para este apagón)

Let's dance til Mars planet, Ziggy, without matter if there is life or not.
Call Major Tom, that wind is getting wild.
We want to live, you say to me. 
Keep calm, you're infinite like only heroes can be, forever and ever.
And the clocks wait so patiently on your song.
In the meanwhile, we'll stay here being a bit more Rock'n Roll suicides.
And showing up, more than never, the Bowie we've got inside.

(The world was not ready for this blackout)


Just for one day.