El Heavy Metal nuestro de cada día: Bruce Dickinson

Hablando de Einstein y sus teorías que desdoblan el espacio y también la mente, les presento esta hermosa perla hallada en lo más profundo del mar negro. Nuestro planeta brilla en la luz de un sol que nos alumbra sin matarnos. Ese astro, padre de todos nuestros dioses y demonios, es también la estrella madre que nos protege del abismo atezado que nos rodea; la infinidad congelada que nos asecha. Acusen a Dickinson de jugar con alegorías, o con intentar recordar el futuro lejano. ¿Fue o será el destino humano andar vagando por entre las estrellas? Eso le concierne al tiempo. Por mi parte, desde mi rinconcito aparentemente a salvo, celebro la destreza con la que dibuja la fisura tan fina que separa a la ciencia de la ficción. Puedo ver a los tres grandes, Heinlein, Asimov y Clarke, complacidos y borrachos.

Distant earthrise long ago
lingers at the borders of our minds.
Mysteries spinning in the dark,
in the frozen emptiness of time.
We were lost and we never knew
who we were or what we left behind.
Living half-lives we were blind
to the new frontiers that opened up our eyes.

To find our minds were spinning.
Souls entwined in a spiral dance.
The ancient ways have found us
again to give us one last chance.

Living in this place,
staring into space we find
we might share the corners of our lives.
Infinity runs deep.
Eternity that we can't keep
melting through the frozen wastes of time.

So we go and we'll not return
to navigate the seas of the sun.
Our children will go on and on
to navigate the seas of the sun.
So we go and we'll not return.
We'll navigate the seas of the sun.
Our children will go on and on
to navigate the seas of the sun.

We can't go on tomorrow
living death by gravity.
Couldn't stand it anymore.
We'll sail our ships to distant shores.

Purple, gold and blue,
living colors every hue.
Flowers in the garden of the gods.
No one can ever know
if you never saw them grow
but this darkness is really full of light.

Now beyond the earth,
beyond all things that gave us birth,
we'll navigate the seas of the sun.
If God is throwing dice
and Einstein doesn't mind the chance,
we'll navigate the seas of the sun.
Infinity runs deep.
Eternity that we can't keep.
We'll navigate the seas of the sun.
Flowers of our souls,
purple, blue and gold we'll find
to navigate the seas of the sun.

So we know who we are,
even in this frozen waste
we'll navigate the seas of the sun.
Living in this place,
staring into space we'll find
we'll navigate the seas of the sun.
Well beyond the earth,
beyond all things that gave us birth
we'll navigate the seas of the sun.
If Einstein's throwing dice
and God he doesn't mind the chance,
we'll navigate the seas of the sun.
 

Flowers of the soul,
purple, blue and gold
and who we were before
eternity...
We'll navigate the seas of the sun...