"The Rain, The Park, and Other Things" by The Cowsills...

Tal vez éste post se debería llamar obsesión… tal vez no...

Hace ya supongo un par de meses… alguien me pregunto sobre una canción que tarareaba “Make me happy” tara ra tara ra… y sin ninguna otra referencia me puse a buscar como lo que soy: un obsesivo compulsivo que no puede defraudar a una mujer en apuros…

El asunto es que desde entonces a la fecha… tuve grabada la mentada tonadita…

No era menester, ni tenía privilegios sobre mis otras búsquedas, que como diría Cortázar, “En la búsqueda de mi curiosidad…empieza para mí, un itinerario misterioso que a veces llego a franquear y en el que a veces me estrello."

Pero el asunto es que rara vez olvido… y mucho menos cuando algo me importa… y me queda más que claro, que encontrar esa canción era importante… Y no porque lograra algo con aquella persona; ya que ahora ni nos frecuentamos… pero sí para decirme a mi mismo lo que yo suponía en aquel entonces: “Ella de verdad me importa…”

Y como aquella búsqueda o cualquiera en la que a veces logramos franquear obstáculos y a veces nos estrellamos… Lo verdaderamente importante es lo que hicimos mientras buscábamos… y no sí encontramos el resultado esperado…

No siempre encontramos lo esperado… pero siempre encontramos algo…

The Rain, The Park, and Other Things" by The Cowsills

I saw her sitting in the rain,
raindrops falling on her.
She didn´t seem to care.
She sat there and smiled at me.

Then I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
she could make me happy
(happy, happy...She could make me very happy)
Flowers in her hair,
Flowers every where.
(every where)

I love the flower girl,
Oh, I don´t know just why.
She simply caught my eye.
I love the flower girl,
She seemed so sweet and kind.
She crept in to my mind.
(to my mind, to my mind)

I knew I had to say hello
(hello, hello)
She smiled up at me
And she took my hand
And we walked
through the park alone

And I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
she had made me happy
(happy, happy...she had made me very happy)
Flowers in her hair,
Flowers every where.
(every where)

I love the flower girl,
Oh, I don´t know just why.
She simply caught my eye.
I love the flower girl,
She seemed so sweet and kind.
She crept in to my mind.
(to my mind, to my mind)

Suddenly the sun broke through
(see the sun).
I turned around she was gone
(where did she go?).
And all I had left
Was one little flower in my hand

But I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
she had made me happy
(happy, happy...she had made me very happy).
Flowers in her hair,
Flowers every where.
(every where)

I love the flower girl
Was she reality or just a dream to me?
I love the flower girl
Her love showed me the way to find a sunny day
(sunny day...sunny day...sunny day)
I love the flower girl
Was she reality or just a dream to me?