Luché contra pirañas

Well i hold the rope

and i hold the sail

and i kept my papers

to keep from land in jail

and i fought piranhas

and i fought the cold

there was noone with me

i was all alone

Well it's easter morning now

and there's noone around

so i unroll the cement

and walk into the town

there was noone with me

and i was all alone

and i fought piranhas

and i fought the cold

Well you know what it's like

i don't got to tell you

who puts up a fight

walking out of hell now

when you fought piranhas

and you fought the cold

there's nobody with you

and you're all alone

Un amable lector de estas irregulares deposiciones –insomne y anónimo– me enviaba el otro día esta simpática versión del I Fought Piranhas, un clásico de The White Stripes, en rara interpretación de su autor, Jack White. ¡Gracias!

Auténtico blues mutante para sortear noches en vela.