¿El fin?

La cuestión es simple: no hay tiempo para seguir aportando a esto del mundo de los blogs. Tampoco le veo mucho sentido a seguir haciéndolo. Los/as escasos/as lectores/as de este web-log podrán seguir enterándose de lo que tenga que decir en persona, mientras nos conversamos una cerveza (o ron o pisco o vino o lo que haya).

Así que me despido. Todavía se podrán bajar algunos de mis demos desde mi extraordinariamente rudimentaria página web. También se podrá acceder a mi única publicación académica hasta la fecha y voy a dejar publicada la colección de links de software libre y otras cosas, por si a alguien le sirve en algún momento de la vida.

Escogí una de las letras de canciones más bonitas que conozco como último post. Se trata de "My way", cantada por el maestro Sinatra y compuesta por P. Anka, J. Revaux, G. Thibault y C. Frankois. Disfrútenla. Un abrazo a todos/as.

FICH

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life thats full.
I've traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!