Pero ni modo... por eso tal vez siempre me quede con el blanco y negro y le de la espalda al technicolor.

A veces pienso que todo sería más sencillo si allá fuera tuviera la capacidad de enamorarme de algunos hombres  como lo hago de algunas canciones, cómo la de acá abajo; de algunos libros, como el "Bilbao-New York-Bilbao" de Kirmen Uribe o de algunas personas, como de Jim Cuddy.

"There's papers scattered on the lawn, 

birds up on the line. 

There's letters left unopened here, 

that never is the time. 

There's messages I should return, 

And people I should call. 

I'm still tripping over echoes, 

left lying in the hall. 

There's a light that comes through the darkness, 

slowly to my eyes. 

You can fall back here forever, 

I just never realized. 

Oh time won't let me go, 

and every night I know 

Chorus 

That you could pull me through. 

You could always pull me through. 

Even when I'm lying here, 

drowning in my blues. 

You take the sting out of the rain, 

and bring the sun back up again, 

and you could always pull me through. 

Oh we stood outside together, 

and we laughed like ancient friends. 

Then we laid down in a field, 

just where the road begins and ends. 

Well I see you in the mirror, 

and I watch you from a far. 

My friends all think I'm crazy, 

but I know the way things are. 

Outside I hear voices underneath the moon, 

but I'm grateful for whatever, 

breaks the silence of this room. 

Oh time won't let me go, 

and every night I know 

chorus 

That you could pull me through. 

You could always pull me through. 

Even when I'm lying here, 

drowning in my blues. 

You take the sting out of the rain, 

and bring the sun back up again, 

darling you could always pull me through. 

I hope you're traveling well now, 

and there's stars over your head. 

And I hope the river carries you, 

everywhere you said. 

Well I miss the way you look at me. 

The way you wear your hair. 

And I miss the conversations we left hanging in the air. 

Oh late at night I wake up, 

wonder what's been done, 

but I know our life together will go on, and on. 

Chorus 

That you could pull me through. 

You could always pull me through. 

Wrap your arms around me, 

and chase away my blues. 

You take the sting out of the rain, 

and bring the sun back up again, 

and you could always pull me through. 

You could always pull me through."

P.D. Bing Crosby, Dorothy Lamour y Bob Hope en "Road to Bali"