En este segundo aniversario del fallecimiento de BOB JOHNSON (1947-2022), le dedicamos nuestros mejores sentimientos a través de estas canciones, imágenes y poemas. Recordándote siempre, querido amigo BOB.
José Ruiz
AUTUMN LEAVES
Eva Cassidy with the London Symphony Orchestra
AMEN
It is over. What is over ?
Nay, now much is over truly !
Harvest days we toiled to sow for ;
Now the sheaves are gathered newly,
Now the wheat is garnered duly.
It is finished. What is finished ?
Much is finished known or unknown ;
Lives are finished ; time diminished ;
Was the fallow field left unsown ?
Will these buds be always unblown ?
It suffices. What suffices ?
All suffices reckoned rightly :
Spring shall bloom where now the ice is,
Roses make the bramble sightly,
And the quickening sun shine brightly,
And the latter wind blow lightly,
And my garden teem with spices.
Christina Rossetti
Al brillar un relámpago nacemos
y aun dura su fulgor cuando morimos:
¡tan corto es el vivir!
La gloria y el amor tras que corremos
sombras de un sueño son que perseguimos:
¡despertar es morir!
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
I go to the ridge in the forest I haunted in days gone by,
But thou, O Memory, pourest No magical drop in mine eye,
Nor the gleam of the secret restorest That hath faded from earth and sky :
A Presence autumnal and sober Invests every rock and tree,
And tlie aureole of October Lights the maples, but darkens me.
James Russell Lowell
NIRVANA
ElBosco
Come, tell me why this sadness now
When all so glad appears?
One sees it in thine eyes, my friend ;
Thou'st surely been in tears.
Goethe
A LA MEMORIA DE BOB JOHNSON.
1947 - 2022
REQUIESCAT IN PACE
Pedimos colaboración a los conocidos, amigos y familiares de BOB JOHNSON (también a cualquier otra persona de Londres o Canvey Island que lo conociera) para conseguir fotografías suyas que puedan servir para mejorar este espacio en su honor y evitar que se pierdan. Gracias.
