El fin del amor

Como buen spinoziano, sé que uno es afectado de manera diferente por los cuerpos que le rodean dependiendo de la constitución del propio. En el estado anímico en el que me encuentro, esta canción es una buena representante de mi persona. Se trata de Clem Snide, "End of love":

You're so sophisticated
Your mind's been liberated
You're the first to notice
When a movement's come and gone

Just as the curtain closes
I strike authentic poses
Now that we know all the words to history's sad song

So don't be apocalyptic
There's still time to get your last licks
But very soon the glory will make shameful what is true
And don't be apologetic
So what if it is genetic
Cowards still breathe easy
As their secret's safe with you

Are you still feeling bad
That your mother left your dad
Are you so sure that everybody lied
But guess what? Your pain's been done
To perfection by everyone
And the first thing every killer reads is
Catcher in the Rye

You're so sophisticated
Your mind's been liberated
You're the first to notice
When a movement's come and gone

Maybe you should just
Release the doves
'Cos no one will survive the end of love.

Maybe you should just
Release the doves
'Cos no one will survive the end of love.
No one will survive the end of love
No one will survive the end of love
No one will survive the end of love
No one will survive