First of the gang to die

Un regate apenas ensayado, una finta, pero una sombra se cierne y una segada (el público contiene el aliento) amenaza con cortar la carrera. Y sin embargo, él no cae, tras un contrario, y otro, parece llevar el balón dirigido por control remoto, y le sale un central surgido de la nada para arrebatarle el corazón y el balón, y lo finta saltando a un lado, pero simplemente no cae, sino que sigue elevado en el aire, y el aire tiene el tacto en los pies del césped del campo, un mar verde de momentos del ayer, partidos de infancia forjandose, y sigue sin caer, como en aquellos dibujos japoneses se mantiene en el aire, y sigue ascendiendo.
No era una jugada ensayada, simplemente un adiós. Uno se acuerda de la muerte solo cuando la ve de frente.


First of the Gang To Die: Steven Morrissey
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the stars,
reflect in the resevoirs

And you have never been in love,
Until you've seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind

We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..

...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.

You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
over smashed human bones

We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..

...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and a bullet in his gullet
and the first lost lad to go under the sod.


And he stole from the rich and the poor
and the not-very-rich and the very poor
and he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away