Se acabaron las vacaciones y los días de no hacer nada (más que test) y vuelven los paseos entre facultades ("edificio A", "edificio B"... y NOOOO "edificio C" ) y el metro (la supernova línea 3) y la vida ruidosa en Sol y las idas y venidas en bus y... ¡AHHH! que agobio.

Para esos viajes monótonos (hasta que los ocupe con los cinco mil libros que tendré que leer) siempre están las canciones (de ayer, hoy y antesdeayer...)

He's a real nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all 'till somebody else
lends you a hand.

He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
  

Eleonor Rigby 
                           
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people! 
 
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church 
where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps
in a jar by the door
Who is it for? 
 
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong? 
 
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon
that no one will hear
No one comes near. 
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night
when there's nobody there
What does he care? 
 
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong? 
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
 
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried
along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
as he walks from the grave
No one was saved. 
 
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ? 
 
 

 
No me digáis que no pegan viajando en el metro?? :P Y con el sonido de las cuerdas
más aún. 
                                                                  Saludos... y welcome back!