Moss garden

What is Life?

Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
Too ample in itself for human sight ?
An absolute Self--an element ungrounded—
All, that we see, all colours of all shade
By encroach of darkness made ?—
Is very life by consciousness unbounded ?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,
A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death ?

Texto © Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Música © David Bowie & Brian Eno

El milagro

Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito, repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos, quien no cambia de marca, no arriesga vestir un color nuevo y no le habla a quien no conoce.

Muere lentamente quien hace de la televisión su gurú.

Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión, quien prefiere el negro sobre blanco y los puntos sobre las "íes" a un remolino de emociones, justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos, sonrisas de los bostezos, corazones a los tropiezos y sentimientos.

Muere lentamente quien no voltea la mesa cuando está infeliz en el trabajo, quien no arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño, quien no se permite por lo menos una vez en la vida, huir de los consejos sensatos.

Muere lentamente quien no viaja, quien no lee, quien no oye música, quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo.

Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio, quien no se deja ayudar.

Muere lentamente, quien pasa los días quejándose de su mala suerte o de la lluvia incesante.

Muere lentamente, quien abandona un proyecto antes de iniciarlo, no preguntando de un asunto que desconoce o no respondiendo cuando le indagan sobre algo que sabe.

Evitemos la muerte en suaves cuotas, recordando siempre que estar vivo exige un esfuerzo mucho mayor que el simple hecho de respirar.

Solamente la ardiente paciencia hará que conquistemos una espléndida felicidad.

Texto © Pablo Neruda

Música © Lito Vitale

Lift

Times when I just can't
Bring myself to say it loud
'Fraid that what I'll say comes out somehow awry

That is when it seems
We move in circles day to day
Twist the drama of the play to get us by

And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear

Like the other day
I thought you won't be coming back
I came to realize my lackluster dreams

And among the schemes
And all the tricks we try to play
Only dreams will hold their sway and defy

When it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear

© Poets of the fall

The sun is burning

The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
In the park the lazy bees
Are joining in the flowers, among the trees
And the sun burns in the sky

Now the sun is in the west
Little kids go home to take their rest
And the couples in the park
Are holding hands and waiting for the dark
And the sun is in the west

Now the sun is sinking low
Children playing know it's time to go
High above a spot appears
A little blossom blooms and then draws near
And the sun is sinking low

Now the sun has come to earth
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death
Death comes in a blinding flash
Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash
And the sun has come to earth

Now the sun has disappeared
All is darkness, anger, pain and fear
Twisted, sightless wrecks of men
Go groping on their knees and cry in pain
And the sun has disappeared

© Simon & Garfunkel

The rise and fall

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

I always said that I was gonna make it,
Now it's plain for everyone to see,
But this game I'm in don't take no prisoners,
Just casualties,
I know that everything is gonna change,
Even the friends I knew before may go,
But this dream is the life I've been searching for,
Started believing that I was the greatest,
My life was never gonna be the same,
Cause with the money came a different status,
That's when things change,
Now I'm too concerned with all the things I own,
Blinded by all the pretty girls I see,
I'm beginning to lose my integrity

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

I never used to be a troublemaker,
Now I don't even wanna please the fans,
No autographs,
No interviews,
No pictures,
And less demands,
Given advice that was clearly wrong,
The type that seems to make me feel so right,
But some things you may find can take over your life,
Burnt all my bridges now I've run out of places,
And there's nowhere left for me to turn,
Been caught in comprimising situations,
I should have learnt,
From all those times I didn't walk away,
When I knew that it was best to go,
Is it too late to show you the shape of my heart,

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

Now I know,
I made mistakes,
Think I don't care,
But you don't realise what this means to me,
So let me have,
Just one more chance,
I'm not the man I used to be,
Used to be

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

© Craig David & Sting

More than a feeling

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away, she slipped away

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

© Boston

Nostalgia

Con la vista sobre el mar

Busca entre las olas una señal

Algo que le ayude a olvidar la verdad

Toda una vida de lágrimas

Cede a la locura y luego calla

Por amor a un día

Que jamás volverá

Cuando la rosa muera

Calmará sus ansias en letras vanas

Por amor a un día

Que jamás volverá

© Stream of passion

He used to be a lovely boy

Time to leave this town
Now your dreams have all let you down
No one here will miss you now
Time to wake up and look around

He used to be a lovely boy
Lovely boy
Lovely boy
He used to be a lovely boy

Turn away and turn ahead
"Just a hopeless dreamer", she said
Eyes of cloud and feet of lead
Find a shore that needs you instead

He used to be a lovely boy
Lovely boy
Lovely boy
He used to be a lovely boy
Time on your hands
World at your feet
No adventure left incomplete

Find a place where you can hide
From the love that holds you inside
Time so unkind
Like an old friend leaves you behind

He used to be a lovely boy
Lovely boy
Lovely boy
He used to be a lovely boy
Time on your hands

© Keane

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Cuando tú no estas las mañanas se tiñen de canciones tristes,
son como el leve perfume que por un instante te baña y te marca.
Cuando tú no estas las mañanas se tiñen de canciones tristes.

Rastro, huella de los pasos errantes,
del buscador de señales

Nunca el tiempo es perdido
sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de olvido
nunca el tiempo es perdido
nunca el tiempo es perdido
sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de cariño
nunca el tiempo es perdido
nunca el tiempo es perdido

Cuando regresas las mañanas levantan el vuelo
quizá es el momento de la brisa suave
que acaricia con tu llegada hasta tu partida.
Si regresas las mañanas se visten de alegres canciones.
Se disfrazan de sonrisas,
son el hálito justo que apaciguará el pulso.
Son la broma o la mano del destino.
Si tú regresas las mañanas se visten de alegres canciones.

Rastro, huella de mi búsqueda errante,
que sin ti no encuentro señales
Nunca el tiempo es perdido
es sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de olvido
nunca el tiempo es perdido
nunca el tiempo es perdido
es sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de cariño
nunca el tiempo es perdido
nunca el tiempo es perdido

© Manolo García