Esta noche he soñado con Bob Dylan. Sonreía mucho y no era su sonrisa medio torcida. Era una sonrisa de colega y aún así era una sonrisa vieja. Me he despertado viendo sus surcos en la cara. Después he palpado mis arrugas.
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Tonight I've dreamed of Bob Dylan. He smiled a lot but it wasn't his half-crooked-smile. It was a mate´s smile and even so it was an old smile. I've woken up seeing his wide wrinkles across his face. I've then fingertouched mine.
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Pues yo me he levantado descolocada con tu blog!!!!
A quiet and calm picture.
bob dylan. really? nice dream!
a mí me gustó el bulo de que Bob Dylan iba a poner la voz a un "navigator" de esos del coche. Decía cosas como: "gira a la izquierda, no, yo no iría por ahí. Tú verás..."
(por cierto, los surcos de la cara que has visto eran los mios. Cada vez me acerco más a Bob)
I enjoyed the gossip about Bob dylan putting voice to a car navigator machine. He would indicate the route as follows: “Left at the next street. No, right. You know what? Just go straight. Well, it´s up to you...”
(by the way, this morning wrinkles were mine, catchin´ up Bob)
Pero esas son las arrugadas dejadas por la almohada...no te preocupes... ;)
you've earned yours, just as dylan, i'm sure, earned his. beautiful picture.
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