Leave the door open

 Said baby, said baby, said baby

What you doing? (What you doing?)
Where you at? (Where you at?)
Oh, you got plans? (You got plans?)
Don't say that (shut your trap)
I'm sipping wine (sip, sip) in a robe (drip, drip)
I look too good (look too good) to be alone (woo-woo)
My house clean (house clean), my pool warm (pool warm)
Just shaved (smooth like a newborn)
We should be dancing, romancing
In the east wing and the west wing
Of this mansion, what's happening?

I ain't playing no games
Every word that I say is coming straight from the heart
So if you tryna lay in these arms

I'ma leave the door open
(I'ma leave the door open)
I'ma leave the door open, girl
(I'ma leave the door open hoping)
That you feel the way I feel
And you want me like I want you tonight, baby
(Tell me that you're coming through)

Ooh, you're so sweet (so sweet), so tight (so tight)
I won't bite (ah-ah), unless you like (unless you like)
If you smoke (what you smoke?) I got the haze (Purple Haze)
And if you're hungry, girl, I got filets (woo-woo)
Ooh, baby, don't keep me (waiting)
There's so much love we could be making (shamone)
I'm talking kissing, cuddling
Rose petals in the bathtub
Girl, let's jump in, it's bubbling

I ain't playing no games
Every word that I say is coming straight from the heart
So (if you) if you (tryna) tryna lay in these arms

I'ma leave the door open
(I'ma leave the door open)
I'ma leave the door open, girl
(I'ma leave the door open hoping)
That you feel the way I feel
And you want me like I want you tonight, baby
(Tell me that you're coming through) Come on, girl

La-la-la, la-la-la-la (I need you, baby)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la (I gotta see you, baby)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la (girl, I'm tryna give you this)
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

Hey-hey, I'ma leave my door open, baby (I'ma leave the door open)
I'ma leave, I'ma leave my door open, girl
(I'ma leave the door open, hoping) And I'm hoping, hoping
That you feel the way I feel
And you want me like I want you tonight, baby
(Tell me that you're coming through) Woo!
La-la-la, la-la-la-la (tell me)
(Tell me that you're coming through)

Woo-woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo, woo-woo
La-la-la, la-la-la-la (la-la-la, la-la)
(Tell me that you're coming through)
Girl, I'm here just waiting for you (oh!)
Come on over, I'll adore you (I gotta know!)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la (I'm waiting, waiting, waiting)
(Tell me that you're coming through) For you
Girl, I'm here just waiting for you
Come on over, I'll adore you
La-la-la, la-la-la-la (la-la, la-la)

Hope You Can Wait

 

(*) Simon Ward / James Oliver / Izo Fitzroy

It's been a year of trials and tribulations
I've been stretched out paper thin
And you held my hand through the mess and confusion
That we found ourselves in
I see a hair turning gray at the mention of a mountain
That we still have to climb
But I'm figuring it out day by day
And one small step at a time

I'll never know unless I try
We'll never be the paraders if I can't rectify
What good is pretending
When we know what waits outside?
But I hope you can wait
Hope you can wait

You were the ground and you stayed for me, yeah
Now it's time I do the same
But the ground's a little shaking
The rocks keep falling away
Just when I think that the storm is ending
The fires burn up ahead
And I'm back at the beginning
There's no room left inside of my head

I'll never know unless I try
We'll never be the paraders if I can't rectify
What good is pretending
When we know what waits outside?
But I hope you can wait
Hope you can wait

I hope that you can wait for me
No, no, no, no, no
I hope that you can wait for me
I'll take my time but please wait
I hope that you can wait for me
Please, won't you wait for me? (No, no, no, no, no)
(I hope that you can wait for me)
I hope that you will wait for me

I'll never know unless I try
We'll never be the paraders if I can't rectify
What good is pretending
When we know what waits outside?
But I hope you can wait
Hope you can wait while I take my time

Sonrisas

 Tantos años trabajando en el mismo fuero, lo conocía pero solamente de mención, luego buscando algunas firmas pude apreciar su apego por el rojinegro y también por el heavy metal. 

Un tiempo después integré el equipo que él dirigía en relación a los cursos sobre pericias judiciales en el Centro de Capacitación, donde pude tomar nota de su arte para mediar ante distintos conflictos. 

Por mí andar cansino con una sonrisa solía dispensarme el tratamiento de: “Flecha veloz”, para luego abordar cuestiones relevantes. 

Hace unos diez días lo encontré en la calle, estaba de muy buen semblante, nos pusimos a conversar, arranqué con una intro con frase pavota, le dije: “te tenía que llamar” y cagándose de risa me respondió con otra pregunta: “y por qué no me llamas?”, para luego, sonrojo mediante, explicarle que estoy trabajando en una tesis, que accedí a unos de sus libros de procesal penal y que tras terminar de confeccionar un cuestionario vinculado a la misma lo haría. 

Hoy pasado el mediodía me sorprende la noticia de su partida, impactado aún por lo súbito de la misma, recordando aquella frase del amigo francés de barrio Belgrano quien sostenía a modo preámbulo de las noticias necrológicas: “están pasando cerca las balas”.

Quedan como legado los libros y artículos del jurista, sus fallos como magistrado, quedando como recuerdo su sonrisa.