LA ALDEA MÁS CERCANA – Franz Kafka

Mi abuelo solía decir: "La vida es asombrosamente breve. Ahora, en el recuerdo, se me condensa tanto que apenas logro comprender, por ejemplo, como un joven puede decidirse a cabalgar hasta la aldea más cercana sin temer que -dejando aparte cualquier calamidad- ni aun en el transcurso de una vida feliz y corriente alcance ni de lejos para semejante cabalgata".

Sinead O'Connor - Molly Malone

Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city

Where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow

Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She was a fishmonger

And sure, t'was no wonder

For so were her mother and father before

And they wheeled their barrow

Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She died of a fever

And sure, so one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow

Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Stevie Dunne - King of the Pipers

Frieze Britches - Michael Cooney