Se cumplen 40 años desde la partida del Rey Lagarto…

Y en la cadencia de su voz me dejo llevar. Un poeta inspirado por la pasión y la tormenta. Nacido para crear y ser compañía de los excesos. Un genio y creador primero, cantante después. Muchos cantan y componen pero pocos los que transmiten y estos últimos son los inmortales, los que saben detener el universo solo para seducirte una vez más y cada vez que desees llenar el alma.

Un día como hoy, 3 de julio del año 1971 se declaraba a Jim Morrison muerto de un paro cardíaco.

For the music is your special friend

Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside

The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends
"Alive!" she cried
Waitin' for me
Outside!

Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground

I hear a very gentle sound

Very near yet very far

Very soft, yeah, very clear

Come today, come today

What have they done to the earth?

What have they done to our fair sister?

Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her

Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn

And tied her with fences and dragged her down

I hear a very gentle sound

With your ear down to the ground

We want the world and we want it...                                       

Now Now? Now!

Persian night, babe

See the light, babe

Save us! Jesus! Save us!

So when the music's over

When the music's over, yeah

Turn out the lights

Well the music is your special friend

Dance on fire as it intends

Music is your only friend

Until the end!