LOS OCHENTA.

Parece haber sido una década especial, no en vano Joan Baez le dedicó su "Children of the 80's". Sólo recuerdo que pasó muy rápido por mi lado, esa década.

Estaba allí ese día porque mis hijos estaban en el Saint George. No era el mismo Saint George de mi tiempo. De hecho había cambiado de barrio, y sus instalaciones eran mucho más modernas. La foto de arriba corresponde al altar de la capilla, de una extraordinaria simpleza.

1982.

Este niño que entonces se asomaba a la vida, varicela incluída, es hoy el padre de mi nieto.
1982.


Los calores veraniegos de Santiago se podían capear en el sector de la Reserva Río Clarillo, situada en la comuna de Pirque.
1983.

Aguas muy limpias, en cuyas riberas se podía hacer picnic o un buen asado. Era notable la variedad de aves que se avistaban.

1983.

Lugares muy bonitos para un día de playa eran El Canelo y El Canelillo, un poco al sur de Algarrobo. Desde estas playas se observaba el peñón de Peñablanca, en que habitaba una nutrida avifauna, incluyendo una numerosa colonia de pingüinos de Humboldt.

1983.

CHILDREN OF THE 80'S

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

We're the children of the 80's, haven't we grown

We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone

And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden
We like the music of the 60's

We think that era must have been nifty

Flower children, Woodstock and the War

Dirty scandals, cover-ups and more

Oh, but it's getting harder to deceive us

We don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus

Jimi Hendrix is playing o

We know Janis Joplin was the rose

And we also know that that's the way it goes

With all the stuff that she put in her arm

Don't be alarmed
We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grown

We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone

And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden
Some of us are the sisters and the brothers

Who prefer the nighttime for our cover

A leather jacket and a single golden earring

Hang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing

Put tattoos all up and down our thighs

Do anything our parents would despise

Take uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows

Our brains are turning to Jello

We think that life is overrated

Loneliness was underestimated

We are looking forward to the days

When we live inside of a purple haze

Where the salvation of the soul is rock and roll
We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grown

We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone

And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden
Some of us may offer a surprise

Recently have you looked in our eyes

Maybe we're your conscience in disguise

We're well informed and we are wise

Please stop telling us lies

We know Afghanistan's invaded

We know Bolivia's dictated

We know America's inflated

And although we do not move in masses

We have lit our candles from your ashes

We are the warriors of the sun

The golden boys and the golden girls

For a better world
We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grown

We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone

And the age of our innocence is somewhere, somewhere in the garden