The awful truth
February 1st, 2006 by e-man
This already happened a few months ago, but I was reminded of it today (never mind how).
Outside of the cafetaria of the Filología A building on campus there's always some guy playing some song, mostly spanish tunes I don't really know.
But on this particular day, I'm sitting outside, listening to our anonymous guitar player, with a restaurant-grade cafe cortado warming my hands and a pale winter sun warming all of us outside, when he suddenly launches into a simply perfect rendition of Bob Dylan's "Farewell Angelina"... and I'm just hit by the sheer perfection of the moment.
You know what great songwriting does: it's as every word was written for you and holds some meaning only you can decipher. And I'm reminded of that line in another Dylan song "Up to me": "It frightens me the awful truth of how sweet life can be".
So here's to Bawb, wherever he may be on his neverending tour and to our anonymous player outside the cafetaria.
Sometimes, life is truly sweet, if only for a minute