Mon enfant

Dodo, l'enfant do,

L'enfant dormira bien vite

Dodo, l'enfant do,

L'enfant dormira bientôt

Música © George Winston

The long road

We're all pilgrims on the same journey - but some pilgrims have better road maps.

Nelson DeMille

Música © Mark Knopfler

Seven drunken nights

As I came home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
So I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, many is a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a sow with a saddle on sure I never seen before

Now as I came home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
So I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, many is a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never seen before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called the wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never seen before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my two boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never seen before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
That's a baby boy that my mother send to me
Hey, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with wiskers on I've never seen before

© Flogging Molly

Whiskey in the jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There’s whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Words and music © Traditional
Performed by The Pogues & The Dubliners

Mae preta

Pele encarquilhada carapinha branca
Gandôla de renda caindo na anca
Embalando o berço do filho do sinhô
Que há pouco tempo a sinhá ganhou

Era assim que mãe preta fazia
criava todo o branco com muita alegria
Porém lá na sanzala o seu pretinho apanhava
Mãe preta mais uma lágrima enxugava

Mãe preta, mãe preta
Enquanto a chibata batia no seu amor
Mãe preta embalava o filho branco do sinhô

© Dulce Pontes

Slow like honey

You moved like honey in my dream last night
Yeah, some old fires were burning
You came near to me and you endeared to me
But you couldn't quite discern me

Does that scare you ? I'll let you run away
But your heart will not oblige you
You'll remember me like a melody
Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you
And my big secret, gonna win you over
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

I'll let you see me, I'll covet your regard
I'll invade your demeanor
And you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
And you'll wonder what it is about me
It's my big secret, keeping you coming
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart

So I stretch myself across like a bridge
And I pull you to the edge
And stand there waiting
Trying to attain
The end to satisfy the story
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory

But my big secret
Gonna hover over your life
Gonna keep you reaching
When I'm gone like yesterday
When I'm high like heaven
When I'm strong like music
'Cause I'm slow like honey, and heavy with mood

© Fiona Apple

Hollow years

He's just the kind of man
You hear about
Who leaves his family
For an easy out
They never saw the signs
He never said a word
He couldn't take another day

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

She's not the kind of girl
You hear about
She'll never want another
She'll never be without
She'll give you all the signs
She'll tell you everything
Then turn around and walk away

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

Once the stone you're crawling under...
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

© Dream Theater

Ruas

As ruas da tua terra conduzem... ao paraiso?.

Música © Rodrigo Leao & Vox Ensemble

Ging heut'morgen übers feld

Ging heut'morgen übers Feld,
Tau noch auf den Gräsern hing;
Sprach zu mir der lust'ge Fink:
Ei, du! Gelt?
Guten morgen! Ei gelt? Du!
Wird's nicht eine schöne Welt?
Zink! Zink!
Schön und flink!
Wie mir doch die Welt gefällt!

Auch die Glockenblum' am Feld
Hat mir lustig, guter Ding'
Mit der Glöcken, klinge, kling,
Klinge, kling,
Ihren Morgengruss geschellt:
Wird's nicht eine schöne Welt?
Kling, kling!
Schönes Ding!
Wie mir doch die Welt gefällt!
Heia!

Und da fing im Sonnenschein
Gleich die Welt zu funkeln an;
Alles Ton und Farbe gewann
Im Sonnenschein!
Blum' und Vogel, Gross und Klein!
Guten Tag!
Ist's nicht eine schöne Welt?
Ei, du! Gelt?
Schöne Welt!

Nun fängt auch mein Glück wohl an?!
Nein! Nein!
Das ich mein'
Mir nimmer, nimmer blühen kann!

Lieder eines fahrenden gesellen © Gustav Mahler
Performed by Hidenori Komatsu

Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears, wish you were here.

© Pink Floyd

Lights in the sky

¿Qué puede iluminar una vela apagada? Tan sólo la imaginación de quien la contempla.

Música © George Winston

Sleep

Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it's not even seven AM
You're feeling the rush of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in
Hurry up then
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal the hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast
It's hand in your hand
A shadow over you
A beggar for soul in your face
Still it don't mater if you won't listen
If you won't let them follow you
You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don't look behind

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

Day after day
Fickle visions messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious…

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

© Poets of the fall

Enchantment

* The act of enchanting; the production of certain wonderful effects by the aid of demons, or the agency of supposed spirits; the use of magic arts, spells, or charms; incantation.
* The effect produced by the act; the state of being enchanted; as, to break an enchantment.
* That which captivates the heart and senses; an influence or power which fascinates or highly delights.

Music © Chris Spheeris & Paul Voudouris

Carpe Diem

"Si vives cada día de tu vida como si fuera el último, algún día realmente tendrás razón."

Steve Jobs

Música © Rodrigo Leao & Vox ensemble

100

Con 100 entradas por banda, viento en popa a todo ADSL, no corta internet sino vuela, un blog musical.

Gracias por aguantar hasta aquí, mis valientes bucaneros.

A great day for freedom

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbors turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residues slipped away...slipped away

© Pink Floyd

Good old-fashioned lover boy

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your valentino just for you

Ooh love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy

Ooh let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster)
Ooh ooh can you feel my love heat
Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love
And tell me how do you feel right after all
I'd like for you and I to go romancing
Say the word - your wish is my command

Ooh love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Write my letter
Feel much better
And use my fancy patter on the telephone

When I'm not with you
I think of you always
(I miss those long hot summer nights)
I miss you
When I'm not with you
Think of me always
Love you - love you

Hey boy where do you get it from
Hey boy where did you go?
I learned my passion in the good old fashioned school of loverboys

Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely
One two three four five six seven eight nine o' clock
I will pay the bill, you taste the wine
Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely
Just take me back to yours that will be fine (Come on and get it)

Ooh love, (There he goes again just like a good old-fashioned lover boy)
Ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Everything's all right
Just hold on tight
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned, fashioned lover boy

© Queen

State of grace

"...In all these things, from childhood's little troubles to the martyr's sufferings, patience is the grace of God..."

Edward B. Pusey (1800-1882)

Music © Liquid Tension Experiment

Pájaros de barro

Por si el tiempo me arrastra a playas desiertas,
hoy cierro yo el libro de las horas muertas.
Hago pájaros de barro.
Hago pájaros de barro y los echo a volar.

Por si el tiempo me arrastra a playas desiertas,
hoy rechazo la bajeza del abandono y la pena.
Ni una página en blanco más.
Siento el asombro de un transeúnte solitario.

En los mapas me pierdo, por sus hojas navego.
Ahora sopla el viento, cuando el mar quedó lejos hace tiempo.

Ya no subo la cuesta que me lleva a tu casa.
Ya no duerme mi perro junto a tu candela.
En los vértices del tiempo anidan los sentimientos.
Hoy son pájaros de barro que quieren volar.

En los valles me pierdo, en las carreteras duermo.
Ahora sopla el viento, cuando el mar quedó lejos hace tiempo.
Cuando no tengo barca, remos ni guitarra.
Cuando ya no canta el ruiseñor de la mañana.

Ahora sopla el viento, cuando el mar quedó lejos hace tiempo.
En los valles me pierdo, en las carreteras duermo.

© Manolo García

We walk the same line

If you lose your faith, babe, you can have mine,
and if you're lost I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.

Now I don't have to tell you
how slow the night can go,
I know you've watched for the light.
And I bet you could tell me
how slowly four follows three,
and you're most forlorn just before dawn.

So if you lose your faith babe,
you can have mine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.
When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.

And I don't need reminding
how loud the phone can ring
when you're waiting for news.
And that big old moon
lights every corner of the room.
Your back aches from lying
and your head aches from crying.

So if you lose your faith babe,
you can have mine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.
When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.

And if these troubles
should vanish like rain on midday,
well I've no doubt there'll be more.
And we can't run and we can't cheat,
cause babe when we meet
what we're afraid of,
we find out what we're made of.

So if you lose your faith babe,
you can have mine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.
When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.

© Everything but the girl

I wandered by a brookside

I wandered by a brookside, I wandered by a mill.
I could not hear the water, the murmuring, it was still.
Not a sound of any grasshopper nor the chirp of any bird,
but the beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard.
The beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard.

Then silent tears fast flowing when someone stood beside,
a hand upon my shoulder, I knew the touch was kind.
He drew me near and nearer, we neither spoke one word,
but the beating of our own two hearts was the only sound I heard.
The beating of our own two hearts was the only sound I heard.

© Eva Cassidy

In paradisum

In paradisum deducant te Angeli; in tuo adventu suscipiant te Martyres, et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem.

Chorus Angelorum te suscipiant, et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam habeas requiem.

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Coming back to life

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time

While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight..into the shining sun

© Pink Floyd

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Música: Sarabande © Marin Marais
Performed by Jordi Savall

Sodade

Quem mostra' bo
Ess caminho longe?
Quem mostra' bo
Ess caminho longe?
Ess caminho
Pa São Tomé

Sodade sodade
Sodade
Dess nha terra Sao Nicolau

Si bô 'screvê' me
'M ta 'screvê be
Si bô 'squecê me
'M ta 'squecê be
Até dia
Qui bô voltà

Sodade sodade
Sodade
Dess nha terra Sao Nicolau

© Cesaria Evora

Marooned

I know I'm from a lesser tribe
I suppose the range of my intelligence is way too wide
And you don't see me
'cause I don't have much to say

My emotional outlet
is consuming the better part of me
And apart from the wrong words
a tortured cry is making me see
That you don't see me
'cause I don't have much to say

Hours and hours of jealousy
are passing me by
Although hollow silence
is the only wave
going through your brain
And you don't see me
'cause I don't have much to say

© The Gathering

Smile

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

© Words by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons and music by Charles Chaplin
Performed by Nat King Cole

Invisible touch

Well I've been waiting, waiting here so long
But thinking nothing, nothing could go wrong, now I know
She has a built in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.

Well I don't really know her, I only know her name
But she crawls under your skin, you're never quite the same, and now I know
She's got something you just can't trust
It's something mysterious
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.

She don't like losing, to her it's still a game
And though she will mess up your life,
You'll want her just the same, and now I know
She has a built in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I've fallen, fallen for her.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.

She seems to have an invisible touch...

© Genesis

Old friends

Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today,
sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy...

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

© Simon & Garfunkel

Nothing left to lose

Nothing's good the news is bad
The heat goes on and it drives you mad
Scornful thoughts that fly your way
You should turn away 'cause there's nothing more to say

You gave the best you had to give
You only have one life to live
You fought so hard you were a slave
After all you gave there was nothing left to save

You've got nothing left to lose (you've got nothing left to lose)
No you've got nothing left to lose (who'd wanna be standing in your shoes)

You read the book you turn the page
You change your life in a thousand ways
The dawn of reason lights your eyes
With the key you realise
To the kingdom of the wise

You've got nothing left to lose (you've got nothing left to lose)
No you've got nothing left to lose (who'd wanna be standing in your shoes)

Nothing ventured nothing gained
No more lingering doubt remained
Nothing sacred or profane
Everything to gain
‘Cause you've nothing left

© The Alan Parsons Project

Blue Sunday

I found my own true love was on a Blue Sunday.
She looked at me and told me
I was the only, One in the world.
Now I have found my girl.
My girl awaits for me in tender times
My girl is mine, She is the world
She is my girl.
My girl awaits for me in tender times
My girl is mine, She is the world
She is my girl.

© The Doors

The shape of my heart

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 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 you 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
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

© Sting

Sailing to Philadelphia

I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...

He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society...

We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line

Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forest of the Iroquois...

Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here...

We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line

© Mark Knopfler and James Taylor

Lenten ys come

Lenten ys come with loue to toune,
With blosmen ant with briddes roune,
That al this blisse bryngeth.
Dayeseyes in this dales

Notes suete of nyhtegales,
Vch foul song singeth.
The threstelcoc him threteth oo;
Away is huere wynter wo
When woderoue springeth.

This foules singeth ferly fele
Ant wlyteth on huere wynne wele
That al the wode ryngeth.

The rose rayleth hire rode;
The leues on the lyhte wode
Waxen al with wille.

The mone mandeth hire bleo;
The lilie is lossom to seo,
The fenyle ant the fille.

Wowes this wilde drakes,
Miles murgeth huere makes
Ase strem that striketh stille.

Mody meneth, so doth mo;
Ichot Ycham on of tho
For loue that likes ille.

The mone mandeth hire lyht,
So doth the semly sonne bryht,
When briddes singeth breme.

Deawes donketh the dounes;
Deores with huere derne rounes
Domes forte deme.

Wormes woweth vnder cloude;
Wymmen waxeth wounder proude,
So wel hit wol hem seme.

Yef me shal wonte wille of on,
This wunne weole Y wole forgon,
Ant wyht in wode be fleme

© The Harley lyrics
Performance: Briddes roune

Through My Words

All your eyes have ever seen
All you've ever heard
Is etched upon my memory
Spoken through my words

All that I take with me
Is all you've left behind
We're sharing one eternity
Living in two minds
Linked by an endless thread
Impossible to break

© Dream Theater

Dreams

They can come true...

Move a step closer you know that I want you
I can tell by your eyes that you want me too
Just a question of time I knew we'd be together
And that you'd be mine I want you here forever

Do you hear what I'm saying gotta say how I feel
I can't believe you're here but I know that you're real
I know what I want and baby it's you
I can't deny my feelings because they are true

Dreams can come true
Look at me babe I'm with you
You know you gotta have hope
You know you gotta be strong

Dreams can come true
Look at me babe I'm with you
You know you gotta have hope
You know you gotta be strong

I've seen you sometimes on your own and in crowds
I knew I had to have you my hopes didn't let me down
Now you're by my side and I feel so good
I've nothing to hide don't feel that I ever could

Do you hear what I'm saying gotta say how I feel
I can't believe you're here but I know that you're real
I know what I want and baby it's you
Can't deny my feelings because they are true

Dreams can come true
Look at me babe I'm with you
You know you gotta have hope
You know you gotta be strong

Dreams can come true
Look at me babe I'm with you
You know you gotta have hope
You know you gotta be strong

I'm not making plans for tomorrow let's live for tonight
I know I want you baby so hold me so tight
Put your arms around me you make me feel so safe
Then you whisper in my ear that you're here to stay

Dreams can come true
Look at me babe I'm with you
You know you gotta have hope
You know you gotta be strong

© Gabrielle

I'll follow the sun

One day you’ll look to see I’ve gone
For tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun
Some day you’ll know I was the one
But tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun

And now the time has come
And so my love I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you will know

One day you’ll find that I have gone
For tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun
Yet tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun

And now the time has come
And so my love I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you will know

One day you’ll find that I have gone
For tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun

© The Beatles

It must be the light

"About light, I am in the dark."

© Benjamin Franklin
Música © Michael Nyman

La semana en Madrid

Hay ciertas cosas que no deben ser explicadas, como los motivos que llevan a una persona a determinadas formas de expresión, pero…

Uno de los recuerdos de mi infancia que rememoro últimamente con más intensidad es el de mi padre preguntándome qué significa la música para mí. Le respondí que hay un momento musical por cada momento vital, que hay una canción o una melodía para cada situación que podemos vivir o cada sensación que podemos experimentar: la vida tiene banda sonora propia, el ser humano se la ha regalado.

Me resulta difícil creer que las circunstancias me estén permitiendo demostrárselo, aunque él ya no lo pueda ver.

Seres humanos es la constante; siglo XXI, Internet, tecnología, globalización, es la diferencia.

Tras recibir un estímulo, cualquiera, me encanta sentarme ante el ordenador y poder ponerle fondo musical, esa melodía que me martillea la cabeza pugnando por salir. Y como mi mente necesita tener al menos dos sentidos convenientemente estimulados, y una vez más las circunstancias así me lo permiten, al momento musicalizado le pongo también una imagen que lo completa, o así se lo parece a mis ojos y oídos. Y a la inversa: tengo la imagen que me apeteció captar y felizmente puedo envolverla con la música que ante mi mente la completa.

Y no hace falta más, no hay palabras que lo expliquen, porque lo que cada imagen musical o cada melodía gráfica transmite es inefable e irrepetible, personal e intransferible. No hay reglas en este juego, porque no es un juego, sino una herramienta más de comunicación. Y no importa si no llega a nadie o sólo a unos pocos: los medios justifican el fin, el objetivo.

Música © Lito Vitale

Pasión

No me olvides, yo me muero
Amor, mi vida es sufrimiento
Yo te quiero en mi camino
Por vos cambiaba mi destino

Ay, abrázame esta noche
Y aunque no tengas ganas
Prefiero que me mientas
Tristes breves nuestras vidas
Acércate a mí
Abrázame a ti por Dios
Entrégate a mis brazos

Tengo el corazón penando
Yo sé que todo está escuchando
Con mil lágrimas te quiero
Pasión sos mi amor sincero

Ay, abrázame esta noche
Y aunque no tengas ganas
Prefiero que me mientas
Tristes breves nuestras vidas
Acércate a mí
Abrázame a ti por Dios
Entrégate a mis brazos

© Rodrigo Leao

Cuña

Cuando dicen que la sangre tira es porque los lazos de consanguinidad te hacen romper con tus más firmes propósitos de comportamiento y hasta de ética bloguera. Así mi hermano me ha llevado a infringir las reglas tácitas que acordé conmigo misma respecto al aspecto y objetivos de este blog. Lo siento, pero cerrando el círculo, la sangre tira…

For you

Arte es la aplicación de la habilidad y del gusto a la producción de una obra según principios estéticos. El concepto de Arte va asociado al concepto de Obra de arte, que no es otra cosa que el producto o mensaje considerado primariamente en función de su forma o estructura sensible (estética).

El Arte es el acto o la facultad mediante la cual el hombre imita o expresa y crea copiando o fantaseando, aquello que es material o inmaterial, haciendo uso de la materia, la imagen, el sonido, la expresión corporal, etc., o, simplemente, incitando la imaginación de los demás. Un arte es una expresión de la actividad humana mediante la cual se manifiesta una visión personal sobre lo real o imaginado.

© Wikipedia
Música © Nightnoise
Vid: Otras reflexiones tanto o más válidas que ésta sobre el arte

Through the glass

I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
And while your outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what your staring at is me

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head

How much is real?
So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises (No more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen

I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars
That shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars
That lie to you..

I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars
That shine for you..
And it's the stars
The stars
That lie to you..

And it's the stars
The stars
That shine for you..
And it's the stars
The stars
That lie to you..
Oh when the stars
Oh when the stars that lie

© Stone Sour

Shesmovedon

You move in waves
You never retrace
Your newest craze
Straight out of the Face by the bed unread

I'm left behind
Like all the others
Some fall for you
It doesn't make much difference if they do

She changes every time you look
By summer it was all gone - now she's moved on
She called you every other day
So savour it it's all gone - now she's moved on

So for a while
Everything seemed new
Did we connect ?
Or was it all just biding time for you ?

© Porcupine tree

Maybe I'm a beggar

I ain't got too much money,
I ain't got too much sins
Long ago I had a dream but that's no recompense
My father was a blind man,
my brother was a fool
My mother told me "God is love"
But hatred makes the rules
Teach me to fly
So I shan't drag my feet in the sand
Give me the sky
I would take the whole world in my hand
World, don't you tell me I cannot last forever
Before you know I'll come and go
And make you if I can

Maybe I'm a beggar, just check your sympathy
They throw away their gentle love
And keep their pain for me
Can we be free, in a world where to love is to own?
Well when will we see, that a man must face life all alone?

Maybe I'm a beggar, just check your sympathy
They throw away their gentle love
And keep their pain for me
Teach me to fly
So I shan't drag my feet in the sand
Give me the sky I would take the whole world in my hand

Can we be free, in a world where to love is to own?
Well when will we see, that a man must face life all alone?

© Supertramp

Ave mundi luminar

Ave generosa mundi rosa
Felix et sacra virgo Maria
Ave, Ave gemma preciosa
Sub intimo cordis in custodia
Crucifixi, vulnerati, Ave mundi luminar

© Rodrigo Leao & Vox Ensemble

Cántabros

"...La bola salió disparada como un cohete, y borleando por el aire, y al final de su descenso, estacó como un proyectil contra el bolo primero de la calle del medio, revolviendo como un rayo y en escuadra rectísima sobre la derecha, hasta estrellarse en el tablón, después de haber rebasado con limpieza el emboque y la raya. Un grito colosal de frenético entusiasmo resonó en toda la plaza; multitud de mozos se lanzaron al terreno, y cogiendo a Sidrón, le suspendieron en alto y le pasearon en triunfo por la plaza."

"Un emboque al pulgar" © Manuel Delgado y Uranga
Música © Luétiga

Ergue-te ao sol

Quando acordares
Olha para mim
Quero que vejas
O que eu já vi

Vi na memória
De um homem bom
Que há muito tempo
Si ouviu um som
Que se perdeu

Que som foi esse
Que aconteceu
Foi uma voz
Que nos chamou
Nos alertou

Disse que a vida
É muito mais
Do que a soma
Do que queremos
Quanto mais temos

Anda comigo e sente a razão
Olha em frente e lá está o teu irmão
Dá-lhe a tua mão

Ergue-te ao Sol Brilha
E canta a canção
Do que ela fala é de uma revolução
A do coração

Quando acordares
Olha para mim
Há outra vida que vive em ti
Foi o que eu vi

Vi que há cá dentro
Dentro de nós
Alguém que canta
E só se ouve
Se estamos sós

Anda comigo e sente a razão
Olha em frente e lá está o teu irmão
Dá-lhe a tua mão

Ergue-te ao Sol brilha
E canta a canção
Do que ela tala é de uma revolução
A do coração

Quando acordares
Olha para mim
Pensa que um dia
Vai ser diferente
Para toda a gente

© Madredeus

The one moment

... we gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

© Edgar Allan Poe

Music © Michael Nyman