Decía el poeta que el invierno ya no avisa como entonces, con la antelación de aquellos otros años. Considera más que suficientes los otoños concedidos de ventaja

Aunque a veces se nos olvide Lyle Lovett siempre fue mucho más que ese tipo raro y feo con el que se casó Julia Roberts en el principio de los tiempos.

Aunque a veces se me olvide, me asusta pensar que tal vez nunca más volveré a sentir lo mismo...

Aunque a veces olvide no puedo dejar de echarte de menos...

[Y si en este blog hubiera talento, tal vez haría una crónica del concierto de los Whybirds de esta noche en el Savoy]

"I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane 

I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane 

What do you think this pain has got me? 

You think I'm uptight but I'm not 

It's just that, I look around for a whooping crane 

and I can't find one... 

So, I Think I'll look around for a drinking stream 

I think I'll look around for a drinking stream 

They say you turned the water to wine 

And they must have been right this time because 

I look around for a drinking stream but I can't find one... 

Mighty red man painted ponies brown 

Fallen Eagle, feathers on the ground 

and the bulletts they spin your dreams around 

and they paint your face on the penny brown 

So, I think I'll look around for the Yellowstones 

I think I'll look around for the Yellowstones 

Set your eyes on the eagle's flight, 

Cause the, the eyes of God have lost their sight 

I look around for the Yellowstones, but I can't find one... 

Mighty red man painted ponies brown 

Fallen Eagle, feathers on the ground 

And the bulletts they spin your dreams around 

And they paint your face on the penny brown 

Think I'll look around for a whooping crane 

I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane 

What do ya think this pain has got me? 

You think I'm uptight but I'm not,it's just that 

I look around for a whooping crane and I can't find one..."

P.D. Jennifer Jones y Gregory Peck en "Duelo al sol"