Echoes — Pink Floyd

La descripción que Baudelaire hace del albatros me evoca el comienzo de una canción de Pink Floyd: Echoes. Su primera imagen es la de los albatros volando en lo alto, como objetos inmóviles colgados del cielo. Y luego el hablante lírico es envuelto por una brisa que trae desde la distancia el eco del pasado, y parece desear convertirse en un albatros para no escuchar en el cielo aquello que constantemente se disgrega en la tierra.


Echoes

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can

And no-one called us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

Pink Floyd: Meddle, 1971.