Declaración de intenciones

Este blog intenta tener cubiertos al menos dos sentidos del hipotético visitante: la vista y el oído. La vista resulta evidente y el oído se consigue haciendo clic en el título de cada entrada.
Espero que lo disfrutéis.

lunes, 30 de octubre de 2006

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

domingo, 29 de octubre de 2006

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

viernes, 27 de octubre de 2006

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

domingo, 22 de octubre de 2006

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

viernes, 20 de octubre de 2006

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

jueves, 19 de octubre de 2006

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…

miércoles, 18 de octubre de 2006

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

martes, 17 de octubre de 2006

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

lunes, 16 de octubre de 2006

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

sábado, 14 de octubre de 2006

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

viernes, 13 de octubre de 2006

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

jueves, 12 de octubre de 2006

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

martes, 10 de octubre de 2006

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

Green door


Midnight, one more night without sleepin'
Watchin' till the mornin' comes creepin'
Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'

There's an old piano
And they play it hot behind the green door
Don't know what they're doin'
But they laugh a lot behind the green door
Wish they'd let me in
So I could find out what's behind the green door

Knocked once, tried to tell them I'd been there
Door slammed, hospitality's thin there
Wonder just what's goin' on in there

Saw an eyeball peepin'
Through a smoky cloud behind the green door
When I said Joe sent me
Someone laughed out loud behind the green door
All I want to do is join the happy crowd behind the green door

There's an old piano
And they're playin' hot behind the green door
Don't know what they're doin'
But they laugh a lot behind the green door
Wish they'd let me in
So I could find out what's behind the green door

Midnight, one more night without sleepin'
Watchin' till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'

© Bob Davie and Marvin Moore
Performed by: Frankie Vaughan

lunes, 9 de octubre de 2006

The Web


The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
To rectify the confines of my tomb
I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause
Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors
Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass
Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain
Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me
This shroud will not suffice

And thus begins the web

Attempting to discard these clinging memories
I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses
Its strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last

The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall
Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and alone
I kiss isolation on its fevered brow
Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me
Your reasons were so obvious
As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears
But even jesters cry

I realise I hold the key to freedom
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made

I realise I hold the key to freedom
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made

Now I leave you, the past does have it's say
You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart
Decisions have been made, decisions have been made
I've conquered my fears, the flaming shroud

Thus ends the web

© Marillion

miércoles, 4 de octubre de 2006

They can't take that away from me


The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me

We may never never meet again,
on that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me

© George and Ira Gershwim
Performed by: Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

martes, 3 de octubre de 2006

Filho azul


Viver vida sem ter esperança
Viver morte sem morrer
Ver nos olhos de criança
A vontade de crescer

Mas quem espera sempre alcança
E eu não posso entardecer
Sem ter visto uma criança
Não só de parto nascer

Há-de ser um filho azul
Das altas marés do mar
Filho tempo, vento sul
Temporal do verbo amar

© Dulce Pontes