Amor de madre, no hay otro igual... Mamma Mia!

Para despejar un poco las ideas decidimos ver un film. La verdad no me llamó mucho la atención mientras estuvo en el cine. Los musicales estan como fuera de moda ( o al menos en mis gustos). Pero la verdad me fascinó y eché mis buenas lagrimitas, sin contar las carcajadas y el magnífico ambiente... una isla griega de ensueños... pero lo que me marcó más de este film fue esta canción... me provocaba subir y abrazar a mi hija bella. Dios nos de vida para poder crear con ella una relación madre-hija inolvidable. Dios nos dé las fuerzas para superar los obstáculos que trae consigo la vida aunque inevitablemente sé que no hay shortcut y siempre sentiré lo mismo que describe esta canción. Porque los hijos son hijos del mundo no nos pertenecen. Durante el fin de semana voy a traducirla...




Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

ABBA- Slipping throug my fingers

Ahora me toca aprendermela para cantársela al dormir.