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sábado, 27 de febrero de 2010

Sid was innocent

Nancy:

You were my little baby girl

And I shared all your fears

Such joy to hold you in my arms

And kiss away your tears

But now you're gone there's only pain

And nothing I can do

And I don't want to live this life

If I can't live for you.

To my beautiful baby girl

Our love will never die.
Dear Debbie,

Thank you for phoning me the other night. It was so comforting to hear your voice. You are the only person who really understands how much Nancy and I love each other. Every day without Nancy gets worse and worse. I just hope that when I die I go to the same place as her. Otherwise I will never find peace.

Frank said in the paper that Nancy was born in pain and lived in pain all her life. When I first met her, and for about six months after that, I spent practically the whole time in tears. Her pain was just too much to bear. Because, you see, I felt Nancy's pain as though it were my own, worse even. But she said that I must be strong for her otherwise she would have to leave me. So I became strong for her, and she began to stop having asthma attacks and seemed to be going through a lot less pain.

I realised that she had never known love and was desperately searching for someone to love her. It was the only thing she really needed. I gave her the love that she needed so badly and it comforts me to know that I made her very happy during the time we were together, where she had only known unhappiness before.

Oh Debbie, I love her with so much passion. Every day is agony without her. I know now that it is possible to die from a broken heart. Because when you love someone as much as we love each other, they become fundamental to your existence. So I will die soon, even if I don't kill myself. I guess you could say that I'm pining for her. I could live without food or water longer than I'm going to survive without Nancy.

Thank you so much for understanding us, Debbie. It means so much to me, and I know it meant a lot to Nancy. She really loves you, and so do I. How did she know when she was going to die? I always prayed that she was wrong, but deep inside I knew she was right.

Nancy was a very special person, too beautiful for this world. I feel so privileged to have loved her, and been loved by her. Oh Debbie, it was such a beautiful love. I can't go on without it. When we first met, we knew we were made for each other, and fell in love with each other immediately. We were totally inseperable and were never apart. We had certain telepathic abilities, too. I remember about nine months after we met, I left Nancy for a while. After a couple of weeks of being apart, I had a strange feeling that Nancy was dying. I went straight to the place she was staying and when I saw her, I knew it was true. I took her home with me and nursed her back to health, but I knew that if I hadn't bothered she would have died.

Nancy was just a poor baby, desperate for love. It made me so happy to give her love, and believe me, no man ever loved a woman with such burning passion as I love Nancy. I never even looked at others. No one was as beautiful as my Nancy. Enclosed is a poem I wrote for her. It kind of sums up how much I love her.

If possible, I would love to see you before I die. You are the only one who understood.

P.S. Thank you, Debbie, for understanding that I have to die. Everyone else just thinks that I'm being weak. All I can say is that they never loved anyone as passionately as I love Nancy. I always felt unworthy to be loved by someone as beautiful as her. Everything we did was beautiful. At the climax of our lovemaking, I just used to break down and cry. It was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. It makes me mad when people say, "you must have really loved her." So they think that I don't still love her? At least when I die, we will be together again. I feel like a lost child, so alone.

The nights are the worst. I used to hold Nancy close to me all night so that she wouldn't have nightmares and I just can't sleep without my beautiful baby in my arms. So warm and gentle and vulnerable. No one should expect me to live without her. She was a part of me. My heart.

Debbie, please come and see me. You are the only person who knows what I'm going through. If you don't want to, could you please phone me again, and write. I love you.



Sid

martes, 22 de diciembre de 2009

Había una vez un chico llamado John Lydon al cual echaron de su casa por llevar el pelo verde y por ser punk. Entonces se fué a vivir con un chico llamado John Simon Ritchie (que tenía una madre drogadicta y que cuando era pequeño vendía LSD a los hippies) junto con otros dos chicos llamados John. Lydon adquirió el apodo de Johnny Rotten ('Juanito podrido') por su falta de higiene bucal.


Rotten tenía un hamster llamado Sid, y un día John Simon intentó ser cariñoso con él y éste le mordió. Por ese suceso, adquirió el apodo de Sid. Más tarde, Johnny Rotten que se pasaba el día en una tienda de ropa punk llamada "SEX" con una camiseta que ponía "I hate Pink Floyd" conoció a dos tipos llamados Steve Jones y Paul Cook que eran músicos, Steve era batería y Paul guitarrista y entonces, un día Rotten se puso a cantar en un karaoke, y ellos le pidieron hacer un grupo. Más tarde, Rotten mete al grupo a su amigo, Sid, que no sabe tocar el bajo pero de todas formas lo meten por su estética y echan a Glen Matlock, el anterior bajista, 'porque le gustaban los Beatles'. Un día, en uno de sus conciertos Sid se peleó con un tipo y le rompió el ojo a una chica al tirarle un vaso, y debido a estos incidentes adquirió el apodo de "Sid Vicious" (Vicious significa 'agresivo' pero en animales. Por ejemplo, cuando un perro es agresivo). Un día en que se le había acabado la droga, escribió con un cuchillo en su pecho 'gimme a fix'.



Un día Rotten conoció a una groupie llamada Nancy Spungen, la cual se acostaba con los miembros de los Ramones, de Aerosmith y de los New York Dolls. Rotten le presentó a Sid y no tardaron en enamorarse. Nancy era adicta a la heroína, y aunque Sid ya se inyectaba otro tipo de drogas, comenzó también a tomar la heroína. A los 11 meses de estar juntos, Nancy fué encontrada muerta en el baño el 12 de Octubre de 1978. Culparon a Sid de este asesinato el cual era inocente pues amaba con todo su corazón a Nancy y jamás sería capaz de matarla. Estuvo unos meses en la cárcel, donde confesó su apasionado amor por Nancy en unas cartas que le escribió a Deborah Spungen, la madre de Nancy.




Sid fué internado también en un hospital para rehabilitarse de las drogas. Nadie fué a visitarle. Salió curado pero un día, el 2 de Febrero de 1979, en una fiesta, su propia madre le suministró unas cantidades de heroína rompiendo así con su rehabilitación. Esa misma noche, Sid encontró un poco de la heroína que su madre había conseguido, se la inyectó y se acostó en la cama.

Al día siguiente Sid fué encontrado muerto a los 21 años de edad. Antes de morir escribió esta nota:

Hicimos un pacto de muerte, yo tengo que cumplir mi parte del trato.
Por favor, enterradme al lado de mi nena.
Enterradme con mi chaqueta de piel, mis vaqueros y mis botas de motociclista.
Adiós.
Con amor,


Sid.


Yo pienso que Sid se suicidó. Aunque quizá eso se hubiese pospuesto si su madre no le hubiese dado la heroína aquella noche. De todas formas, Sid no hubiese vivido mucho. Primero, por el pacto de muerte que tenía con Nancy (que consistía en una promesa que se hicieron: si le pasaba algo a alguno de los dos, el otro moriría) y además porque él mismo dijo que no quería vivir más de los 30 años y Nancy dijo lo mismo.


TOO FAST TO LIVE, TOO YOUNG TO DIE