If you wanna be alive...

Hay una canción que me da vueltas en la cabeza como un grito enjaulado... It´s a war on war (...)/ there´s a war on/ you´re gonna loose/you have to lose/ you have to learn how to die/let´s watch the miles flying by(...)/ you are not my typewriter/but you could be my demon/moving forward though flaming doors/you have to lose/you have to learn how to die/if you wanna be alive... (War on war, del álbum Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, by Wilco)

Quizá aceptarse como algo inevitable, no sea la solución, después de todo.