viernes, 22 de agosto de 2008

The Whole of the Moon



I pictured a rainbow
You held in your hands
I had flashes
But you saw then plan
I wondered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon

You were there at the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon

I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truths
You cut through lies
I saw the rain-dirty valley
You saw brigadoon
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon

I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed, and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
But you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon

With a torch in your pocket
And the wind at your heels
You climbed on the ladder
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon

Unicorns and cannonballs,
Palaces and piers,
Trumpets, towers, and tenemets,
Wide oceans full of tears,
Flag, rags, ferry boats,
Scimitars and scarves,
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars

You climbed on the ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!

http://www.quintbuchholz.de/

lunes, 18 de agosto de 2008

Spiralling, Keane

When we fall in love
We're just falling
In love with ourselves
We're spiralling
We're tumbling down
We're spiralling
Tied up to the ground
We're spiralling

domingo, 17 de agosto de 2008

Sitio altamente recomendable

A breves pasos del anhelado feriado, los invito a un sitio precioso, disfruten.

http://www.wefeelfine.org/

sábado, 16 de agosto de 2008

Invierno



Hace cuatro años que estoy aquí
Y no quiero salir.
Ya no paso frío y soy feliz
Mi cuarto da al jardín.
Y aunque a veces me acuerdo de ella
(dibujé su cara en la pared)
Solamente muero los domingos
Y los lunes ya me siento bien.

domingo, 10 de agosto de 2008

La letra, y más abajo la música

A primeira vista, Chico César

Quando não tinha nada, eu quis
Quando tudo era ausência, esperei
Quando tive frio, tremi
Quando tive coragem, liguei...

Quando chegou carta, abri
Quando ouvi prince, dancei
Quando o olho brilhou, entendi
Quando criei asas, voei...

Quando me chamou, eu vim
Quando dei por mim, tava aqui
Quando lhe achei, me perdi
Quando vi você, me apaixonei...

Amarazáia zoê, záia, záia
A hin hingá do hanhan.....
Ohhh!
Amarazáia zoê, záia, záia
A hin hingá do hanhan.....

Quando não tinha nada, eu quis
Quando tudo era ausência, esperei
Quando tive frio, tremi
Quando tive coragem, liguei...

Quando chegou carta, abri
Quando ouvi Salif Keita, dancei
Quando o olho brilhou, entendi
Quando criei asas, voei...

Quando me chamou, eu vim
Quando dei por mim, tava aqui
Quando lhe achei, me perdi
Quando vi você, me apaixonei...

Amarazáia zoê, záia, záia
A hin hingá do hanhan...
Ohhhhh!
Amarazáia zoê, záia, záia
A hin hingá do hanhan.....

Quando me chamou, eu vim
Quando dei por mim, tava aqui
Quando lhe achei, me perdi
Quando vi você, me apaixonei...

Amarazáia zoê, záia, záia
A hin hingá do hanhan....

Ohhhhh!
Amarazáia zoê, záia, záia
A hin hingá do hanhan...(2x)

Ohhhhh!
Amarazáia zoê, záia, záia...

A primeira vista

The only home

sábado, 9 de agosto de 2008

Asadito


Reencontrar el sol
frente a mis ojos
choca fuerte ágil
contra la pared de ladrillos
a medio construir

todo lo refleja
también a ellos
sentados de a tres
desgustando
el asadito

el semiedificio
me sonríe con su media sonrisa
le salen los resquicios
humareda
brasas que ardieron
por los poros
ya gastados
de sostener cataratas de torpezas
una tras otra

imagino un asadito crujiente
estrenando
ardor verdor cielo azul
pura luz
campo a la deriva
libre

libre.

viernes, 8 de agosto de 2008

Aleteo

En este intervalo
de emociones cruzadas
noches que acaban demasiado tarde
días somnolientos
confundidos oníricos

la cercanía de un lugar de sol
duele casi tanto

como el vacío
que todo este tiempo
vine llevando sobre mis hombros
empecinada
en esa espera
trunca
intenso agobio

la espera que se hace carne

te digo gracias por lo que no sé
y por lo que si sé ya

gracias por el retumbar
de este leve aleteo

naciendo
adentro.

miércoles, 6 de agosto de 2008

Viva la vida, Coldplay



I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead, long live the king"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain

Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?