"En las cajas de Ben Gunn sólo había lingotes de oro. El auténtico tesoro se escondía en un segundo cofre, y John Silver lo ignoraba.. En su interior se hallan cosas que sólo la curiosidad y la inocencia de gentes como Jim Hawkins seran capaces de encontrar".
- Anónimo.
martes, 12 de noviembre de 2013
WALTER, ESE ENTRAÑABLE DESDENTADO
Por lo más sagrado del western en que nos educamos desde crios, transitaba un viejo vaquero, cascarrabias a ratos pero siempre querido que se llamaba Walter, de apellido Brennan.
El gruñón entrañable
Quiero referir una anécdota acerca de esa peculiaridad facial que le imprimía un plus de comicidad.
Aquí os dejo un momento antológico. La película "Rio Bravo". Interior de la oficina del sherriff. Instante de relax entre cuatro amigos. Ricky Nelson y Dean Martin ponen su voz, el "Duque" John Wayne y nuestro invitado de hoy su inefable presencia.
Podéis seguir a coro las canciones con las letras que hay más abajo. ¡Larga vida al western...!
Lyrics - My rifle pony and me
Sun is sinking in the west
The cattle go down to the stream
The redwing settles in the nest
It's time for a cowboy to dream
Purple light in the canyon
that is where I long to be
With my three good companions
just my rifle pony and me
Gonna hang my sombrero
on the limb of a tree
Coming home sweet my darling
just my rifle pony and me
Whippoorwill in the willow
sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo
just my rifle pony and me
No more cows to be ropin'
No more strays will I see
'round the bend shell be waitin
For my rifle pony and me
For my rifle my pony and me
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Lyrics - Cindy
I wish I was a apple hangin' in a tree
And everytime my sweetheart passed
She'd take a bite off me
She told me that she loved me
She called me sugar plum
She threw her arms around me
I thought my time had come.
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
I'll marry you sometime.
I wish I had a needle
As fine as I could sew
I'd sew her in my pocket
And down the road I go
Cindy hugged and kissed me
She wrung her hands and cried
Swore I was the prettiest thing
That ever lived or died.
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
I'll marry you sometime...
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