De fantasmas

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Realmente [esta canción] habla sobre ponerse al día con el pasado, poniéndote en un juicio todas las noches, el mismo juicio de siempre, las mismas preguntas una y otra vez. Hasta que tu negocies con el pasado, hasta que proceses esos eventos, seguirán regresando. Esto es lo que son los fantasmas – ellos están en el pasado, ellos regresan a cazarte por una razón, debido a que tu no has admitido algo, no has llegado a un acuerdo, algo no has procesado. Puede ser aterrador y espeluznante, sin embargo todos nosotros pasamos por esto seamos o no conscientes de aquello. Constantemente estamos en juicio por lo que hacemos. Yo creo en el karma. Pienso que no puedes evadir estas cosas, no puedes escapar a la responsabilidad. Eventualmente tu la pagas. Y esta es una historia sobre eso.

Sting (explicando en qué se inspiró para la canción Ghost story).
Tomado del blog b612

Ghost Story
Sting

I watch the western sky
The sun is sinking
The geese are flying south
It sets me thinking
I did not miss you much
I did not suffer
What did not kill me
Just made me tougher

I feel the winter come
His icy sinews,
Now in the firelight
The case continues

Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denial

The shadows closing round
Like jury members
I look for answers in
The fire’s embers

Why was I missing then
That whole December?
I give my usual line,
I don’t remember

Another winter comes
His icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine
These memories never sleep
And all these differences
A cloak I borrow
We kept our distances
Why should it follow that
I must have loved you?

What is a force that binds the stars?
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that moves the tide?
Never could find a place to hide

What moves the earth around the sun?
What could I do but run and run and run?
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail

The moon’s a fingernail
And slowly sinking
Another day begins
And now I’m thinking

That this is indifference
Was my invention
When everything I did
Sought your attention

You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate’s map
Of buried treasure

If this was all correct
The last thing I’d expect
The prosecution rests
It’s time that I confessed
I must have loved you
I must have loved you

~ Non sum qualis eram - No soy la que fui ~