I've become Comfortably Numb

Sí, puede ser. Es casi emo mi estado actual, bastante lamentable (no tengo nada contra los emos, pero me da rabia esa actitud de andar desesperado dando lástima por los rincones). Todo mi post anterior es inentendible probablemente. Pero es mágico cuando uno escucha una canción y siente que todo lo llega al alma. El más mínimo acorde, cualquier melodía, una nota en el bajo, un solo de guitarra, o toda la letra.
Comfortably Numb (cómodamente adormecido, para los que no sepan inglés) de Pink Floyd siempre fue mi tema preferido. Todo lo dicho anteriormente puede ser explicado en muy pocas palabras por esta canción .Si tengo que elegir un sólo tema para escuchar antes de morirme, sería ese, por lejos. Y qué bueno es imaginarme escuchando este tema, tirado con mi novia en una playa lejana, fumándonos un porrito, bien tranquilo, sin que haya nada que nos joda. Y que no suenen los clarines.
Señores, con ustedes, Comfortably Numb de Pink Floyd.

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Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.