El pasado llama a la puerta

El sábado a altas horas de la madrugada me encontré con un amigo del colegio. Y no un amigo cualquiera. Se trataba de uno de mis compañeros de la "E" original (en el colegio, hasta 5º de E.G.B., había clases de la "A" a la "F").

Cuando le vi me quedé dudando. No estaba seguro. Nos miramos y enseguida nos echamos a reir. Es increíble que a pesar de que hayan pasado tantos años las cosas sigan igual (bueno, más o menos, que el tiempo no pasa en balde).

El lunes me envió un e-mail con varias direcciones de los componentes de la mítica "E". Parece que incluso vamos a quedar para tomar algo. ¡Puede ser divertidísimo ver cómo hemos cambiado!

Esto me recuerda la canción del Boss, Glory Days




I had a friend was a big baseball player
back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
but all he kept talking about was


Chorus:
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days


Well there's a girl that lives up the block
back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
she says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing thinking about


Chorus


My old man worked 20 years on the line
and they let him go
Now everywhere he goes out looking for work
they just tell him that he's too old
I was 9 nine years old and he was working at the
Metuchen Ford plant assembly line
Now he just sits on a stool down at the Legion hall
but I can tell what's on his mind


Glory days yeah goin back
Glory days aw he ain't never had
Glory days, glory days


Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight
and I'm going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of, well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days