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Analizamos la letra de Shape of my Heart, de Sting y Dominic “El Argentino” Miller. Hablamos de Borges, el azar, la voluntad de Dios, la manipulación y los naipes. NOTAS Shape of my Heart: https://youtu.be/QK-Z1K67uaA Sting: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sting Where the Water Tastes Like Wine: https://youtu.be/fnznWYE_wxc Johnnemann Nordhagen: https://twitter.com/johnnemann Dominic Miller: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominic_Miller Hurlingham: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurlingham Léon: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Léon Natalie Portman: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natalie_Portman Jean Reno: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Reno Martingala (uso coloquial): https://dle.rae.es/martingala Martingala (teoría de probabilidad): https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martingala Jorge Luis Borges: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorge_Luis_Borges La escritura del dios: https://literatura.us/borges/escritura.html El jugador (Fiódor Dostoievski): https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_jugador_(Fiódor_Dostoievski) Una mente brillante: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Beautiful_Mind Baraja española: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baraja_española Baraja francesa: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baraja_francesa LETRA He deals the cards as a meditation and those he plays never suspect. He doesn’t play for the money he wins. He don’t play for respect. He deals the cards to find the answer, the sacred geometry of chance, the hidden law of a probable outcome. The numbers lead a dance. I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier, I know that the clubs are weapons of war, I know that diamonds mean money for this art, but that’s not the shape of my heart. He may play the jack of diamonds, he may lay the queen of spades, he may conceal a king in his hand, while the memory of it fades. I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier, I know that the clubs are weapons of war, I know that diamonds mean money for this art, but that’s not the shape of my heart. That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart. And if I told her that I loved you you’d maybe think there’s something wrong. I’m not a man of too many faces, the mask I wear is one. But those who speak know nothing and find out to their cost, like those who curse their luck in too many places and those who fear are lost. I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier, I know that the clubs are weapons of war, I know that diamonds mean money for this art, but that’s not the shape of my heart. That’s not the shape of my heart. That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart.