Nueva York, 11 de mayo del 2009
Mi patio trasero cerca de las 6:10 pm (EST)
Quería cortar el césped, así que moví mis dos coches. Entonces voltee (algo me dijo que lo hiciera) y vi el objeto. Lo vi flotar (alrededor de 300-800 pies) sobre la tierra. Se mantuvo durante unos 15 segundos. Entonces comenzó a desplazarse lentamente hacia el norte. Miré, y ya se había ido. Me dio miedo. Nadie me cree. Se veía como esto…
Alien Shore – Rush
You and I, we are strangers by one chromosome
Slave to the hormone, body and soul
In a struggle to be happy and free
Swimming in a primitive sea
You and I, we must dive below the surface
A world of red neon and ultramarine
Shining bridges on the ocean floor
Reaching to the alien shore
For you and me, sex is not a competition
For you and me, sex is not a job description
For you and me
We agree
You and I, we are pressed into these solitudes
Colour and culture, language and race
Just variations on a theme
Islands in a much larger stream
For you and me, race is not a competition
For you and me, race is not a definition
For you and me
We agree
But that’s just us…
Reaching for the alien shore
You and I, we reject these narrow attitudes
We add to each other, like a coral reef
Building bridges on the ocean floor
Reaching for the alien shore
For you and me, race is not a competition
For you and me, sex is not a definition
For you and me, we hold these truths to be self-evident
For you and me, we’d elect each other president
For you and me
We might agree
But that’s just us…
Reaching for the alien shore
