Me han recordado a Leonard Cohen esta noche. Y mi mente ha volado automáticamente a las mañanas de domingo en mi casa. Llegar somnolienta al salón y darle los buenos días a mi madre que como siempre anda con un libro entre las manos. Acercarme a la mesa de mi padre y apoyarme en su hombro mientras observo embelesada ( me acabo de enterar de que la palabrita no existe, pero da igual ) el modo en el que mueve su pincel y convierte un papel en blanco en una maravilla. Cerrar los ojos al sentir que durante unos segundos suelta el pincel y me acaricia acerdando mi cara a su mejilla. Notar la suavidad de su mano y el suave pinchazo de su barba recién recortada. Olerlo ( por favor, hombres del mundo, si usáis el mismo perfume que mi padre evitad acercaros a mí, lo siento pero es superior a mis fuerzas, así sólo huele mi padre. He dicho. ) Taraear la música que se ha puesto como fuente de inspiración esa mañana: Leonard, Mozart, Sara Brightman, Verdi, Bruce Sprigteen, Puccini, Joe Cooker, Maria Callas, Pavarotti,... Supongo que ha sido mi padre el que nos ha inculcado a mi hermana y a mí la pasión por la música. Por mucho que mi madre se queje cuando el volumen supera el nivel 1 del reproductor.
Y recordando recordando una canción se me ha venido a la cabeza, y no es de las que mi padre me metió en la cabeza. La afición a Elvis viene de mi madre. Y la he visto canturreando la canción camino de la cocina al escuchar unas notas en la televisión. Qué cosas tiene la mente humana. Es impresionante el modo en que uno va saltando de recuerdo en recuerdo. O por lo menos, a mí me lo parece.


[Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
(You were always on my mind)
You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I'm so sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind
(You were always on my mind)
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
(You are always on my mind)
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
Maybe I didn`t treat you…
Quite as good as I should have…]
Always on my mind. Elvis.