"Goodbye Alice in Wonderland" (Jewel)

It's four in the afternoon
I'm on a flight leaving L.A.
Trying to think about my life
My youth scattered along the highway
Hotel rooms and headlights
I've made a living with a song
Guitar as my companion
Wanting desperately to belong
Fame is filled with spoiled children
We grow fat on fantasy
I guess that's why I'm leaving
I crave reality

So goodbye Alice in Wonderland
Goodbye yellow brick road
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
I did not find paradise
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind wanting
What's been missing in my life

I'm embarassed to say the rest is a rock and roll cliche
I hit the bottom when I reached the top
But I never knew it was you who was breaking my heart
I thought you had to love meBut you did not
Yes a heart can hallucinate
If it's completely starved for love
It can even turn monsters into
Angels from above
You forged my love just like a weapon
And you turned it against me like a knife
You broke my last heartstring
You opened up my eyes

So goodbye Alice in Wonderland
Goodbye yellow brick road
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
That was not love in your eyes
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind searching
What was missing in my life

Growing up is not an absence of dreaming
It's being able to understand the difference between the ones you can hold
And the ones that you've been sold
And Dreaming is a good thing cause it brings new things to life
But pretending is an ending that perpetuates a lie
Forgetting what you are
Seeing for what you've been told

Ohh truth is stranger than fiction
This is my chance to get it right
And life is much better without all of those pretty lies

Ohh So Goodbye Alice in Wonderland
And you can keep your yellow brick road
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
These are not tears in my eyes
They are only a reflection of my lonely mind finding
They are only a reflection of my lonely mind finding
I found what's missing in my life

¡Qué mono!

El aroma del poder

Uno de los últimos libros que han pasado por mis manos es "El Perfume", de Patrick Süskind, una novela llena de intriga en la Francia del siglo XVIII. El protagonista, un ser ¿repugnante?, tiene la virtud de poseer un olfato muy desarrollado, capaz de oler y ver el mundo a través de sus fosas nasales, en una suerte de quiebre a la costumbre de captar el entorno por los ojos y dejar que la estética del aroma sea el lápiz que configure su realidad.

La novela, un éxito desde su primera publicación, se lee con facilidad, con avidez. Apasionante es la descripción de la industria del perfume en la época, con las técnicas para obtener los delicados aromas de especias, aceites, flores y otros elementos, hasta llegar a las más inimaginables fuentes de olores que podamos haber pensado. El objetivo del protagonista es hacer que el mundo lo adore a través de la fragancia más perfecta y atractiva de la historia. Logra hasta tal punto su cometido, que termina siendo víctima de él mismo.

Si llega a sus manos o tienen la oportunidad de obtenerlo, no duden en sumergirse en un mundo lleno de fragancias e intrigas. A veces, el autor utiliza lo que llamo recursos baratos para dar continuidad a la historia o cerrar círculos que podrían quedar incompletos, pero ellos no oscurecen el atractivo de la trama central.