I guess that's why they call it the blues

Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long
Before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever
I simply love you
More than I love life itself

© Elton John

Flowers never bend with the rainbow

Through the corridors of sleep
Pass shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

It's no matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
Becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

© Simon & Garfunkel

Under the waves

Seeking for shelter
Hunting for life
Running from creatures
Lead me to choose the wrong way

Hold on it's not far now
Soon you can hear the sound of the sea
Hold on, just a few more steps
And the sea will embrace you

Under the waves, deep down below
Where the evil ones won’t dare to go?
Under the waves, the deep down blue
Where the angels will find you
Under the waves, deep down below
Where the evil ones won’t dare to go?
Under the waves, the deep down blue
Where the angels will find you

Searching for peace
Longing for calm
Escaping the liers
That lead you on to wicked ways

Hold on it's not far now
Soon you can hear the sound of the sea
Hold on, just a few more steps
And the sea will embrace you

Under the waves, deep down below
Where the evil ones won’t dare to go?
Under the waves, the deep down blue
Where the angels will find you
Under the waves, deep down below
Where the evil ones won’t dare to go?
Under the waves, the deep down blue
Where the angels will find you

© Allen - Lande

A walk in the forest

...gerade für spaß...

Música © Brian Crain

Deep Blue

Find a way and clear my soul

Driving out to get my goal

God knows I cannot stand

It's time to say goodbye

You don't know, you should have known

the pain I feel inside

So, I was dreaming of you

I was falling with you

and broke my heart

So, I was falling for you

I was dreaming with you

and broke my heart

Find a way and clear my soul

Driving out to get my goal

God knows I cannot stand

It's time to say goodbye

You don't know, you should've known

the pain I feel inside

Find a way to ease my breath

on and on to fill my chest

I can't stay, I cannot stay

cause only tears remain.

I can't hide, I cannot fight

and play this crying game

So, I was dreaming of you

I was falling with you

and broke my heart

So, I was falling for you

I was dreaming with you

and broke my heart

© Rodrigo Leao

Contigo en la distancia

No existe un momento del día

en que pueda apartarte de mí

el mundo parece distinto

cuando no estás junto a mí.

No hay bella melodía

en que no surjas tú

ni yo quiero escucharla

si no la escuchas tú.

Es que te has convertido

en parte de mi alma

ya nada me conforma

si no estás tú también.

Más allá de tus labios

del sol y las estrellas

contigo en la distancia

amado mío estoy.

© Lucho Gatica

¡Jesús!

La alergia es una respuesta exagerada del organismo cuando entra en contacto con determinadas sustancias provenientes del exterior.

Wikipedia dixit

Música: Cloudy this morning © George Winston

Toys not ties (An adult's lament)

"Men are born ignorant, not stupid; they are made stupid by education. "

Bertrand Rusell

Música © Nightnoise

Lo que el ojo no ve, pero la cámara sí (I)

Mi abuela se quejaba "¿porqué me tuvo que dar Dios nariz y tener que oler tanta porquería?". Si levantara la cabeza y se percatase de lo que tenemos que ver por tener ojos...

;-)

Música: Le Mariage (B.S.O. Cyrano de Bergerac) - Jean-Claude Petit

Violin Concerto

A violin concerto is a concerto for solo violin (occasionally, two or more violins) and instrumental ensemble, customarily orchestra. Such works have been written from the Baroque period, when the solo concerto form was first developed, up through the present day.

Wikipedia dixit.

Música: W.A. Mozart - Violin Concerto No. 3 in G major, K216 - Rondeau Allegro

Gestos (II)

Pero si lo que se desea es asegurar a toda costa la bonanza económica de los contrayentes, lo mejor es lanzar objetos de mayor contundencia que el arroz, (macarrones, alubias, macarrones y alubias...) directamente a la cara en la esperanza de acertar en los ojos y dejarles ciegos, lo que les garantizaría un puesto vitalicio en la ONCE.

Música: Muy crueles bozes dan (villancico anónimo). Jordi Savall

Gestos... (I)

Qué mejor manera de desear prosperidad a los recién casados que lanzándoles arroz a la salida de la iglesia. ¿Y si además se les quiere desear buena salud, y a la vez fomentar el comercio justo, todo en un mismo gesto? ¡¡¡Arroz integral ecuatoriano, y dejémonos de tonterías!!!

;-)

Música: J.S. Bach - Concerto for two Violins And Orchestra No.3 in d minor, Vivace BWV 1043

The End

And in the end

The love you take

Is equal to the love

You make

© The Beatles

A cidade e os campos

Longe das aldeias, longe das casas

Ouvimos cantar todas as fontes

E na solidão dos velhos montes

Beijamos as águas dos ribeiros

Mas de tudo já esqueceste

Neste mundo tudo muda

Agora estou triste e sozinho

Nesta cidade escura e fria

Onde a vida é uma agonia

Minha vida

Vida

© Madredeus

Son cuatro días

Duerme la ciudad y en un local oscuro junto al mar
está tocando un músico de jazz.
Miras hacia mí y en tus ojos cansados puedo ver
que hay un nombre escrito de mujer.
De su guitarra se van notas de fuego;
los acordes de cristal, hacia la eternidad.
Viejas canciones de amor, viejos poemas.
Entre el humo y el alcohol, la noche suena a jazz.

Duerme la ciudad y una muchacha negra entra en el bar.
Parece borracha -a ver quién no lo está-.
Duerme la ciudad y una muchacha negra entra en el bar

Grita que los blancos huelen mal.
Años luz de soledad. Recuérdame cuando me vaya.
Besa el mar la arena gris y en la ciudad la noche canta.
Son cuatro días. La noche canta.
Sentado en un rincón mirando a dos gatos retozar.
Triste estampa ser rey de la creación,
mientras toca un músico de jazz.
De su guitarra se van notas de fuego;
los acordes de cristal, hacia la eternidad.
Viejas canciones de amor, viejos poemas.
Entre el humo y el alcohol, la noche suena a jazz.
Años luz de soledad. Recuérdame cuando me vaya.
Besa el mar la arena gris y en la ciudad la noche canta.
Son cuatro días. La noche canta...

© El último de la fila

Of a summer morn'

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

Henry David Thoreau dixit
Música © Nightnoise

Inside looking out

To touch the sky
A dreamer must be
Someone who has more imagination than me

To reach the stars
A dreamer must fly
Somehow he must live more of a lifetime than I
For sands of time won't wait
And it may be too late

Now is the hour and the moment
Don't let the chance go by
Your ship is sailing with the high tide
And all your dreams are on the inside

On the inside looking out, on the inside looking out
Looking out, looking out, looking out

To change the world
A dreamer must be
Someone who has more determination than me

To free his soul
A dreamer must fly
Somewhere he must find a better reason than I
The hands of time won't wait
And we may be too late

Now is the hour and the moment
Don't let a day pass by
Your ship is sailing with the high tide
You could be standing on the inside
On the inside looking out, on the inside looking out
On the inside looking out, on the inside looking out
Looking out, looking out, looking out

© The Alan Parsons Project

What it is?

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters in the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it's cold on a tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on a tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it’s what it is
It's what it is now

The garrison sleeps and the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul

And it's cold on a tollgate
Where the Caledonian blues
Cold on a tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it’s what it is
It's what it is now
What it is
It's what it is now

There's a chink of light
There's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street I take
A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
Oh it's what it is
What it is now

© Mark Knopfler

Body & Soul

“Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.”

Dorothy Parker

Music © Glenn Miller

Lullaby

Calla mi vida,
no hay que llorar,
duerme y sueña feliz.

Siempre tú debes

mi arrullo llevar,
así yo estaré junto a ti.

Nana tradicional

Música © George Gershwin

Sweet little mistery

My love has taken a tumble
Oh, but I’m still standing
You’re such a natural, sing,
That’s what you are

Say I wouldn’t steer you wrong now baby
I wouldn’t steer you wrong

It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,
It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,

Didn’t I come resisting this sight of wonder?
Didn’t I come insisting the higher decision?
Didn’t I come resisting this sight of wonder?
To your life

Say I wouldn’t steer you wrong now baby
I wouldn’t steer you wrong

It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,
It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,

Oh, just think of the magic
Don’t think it is tragic,
Just think of the magic

Come on listen

My love has taken a tumble
My love has taken a tumble
My love has taken a tumble
But I’m still standing

It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,
It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try

© Wet Wet Wet

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

Father and son

Father
It’s not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You’re still young, that’s your fault,
There’s so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it’s not easy,
To be calm when you’ve found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you’ve got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It’s always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Father
It’s not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You’re still young, that’s your fault,
There’s so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy.
(son-- away away away, I know I have to
Make this decision alone - no)

Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It’s hard, but it’s harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I’d agree, but it’s them they know not me.
Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.

© Cat Stevens

Fools like me

Everybody go
The party's over
I want to be alone in my head
In my bed tonight
You never show

You must really love her
You think I don't know
But I do, yeah it's true
I think over is over

I'm right back where I started
(when it comes to wanting you)
I can't have what I wanted

But I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
If love is blind
If love's a drug
It always is
It always was and
Love was surely made for fools like me

I know where I'm going
I'm tripping I'm sliding around
That's ok
At least I'm excited
It wasn't how I planned it
(wasn't how I planned it
Feet are where I landed
At least I understand it now)
My feet are where I landed
(feet are staying on the ground)

But I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
If love is blind
If love's a drug
It always is
It always was and
Love was surely made for fools like me

Fools like me
Fools like me

I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed

Maybe it's the sanest thing
Or just the sweetest kind of dream
But love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools like me

© Lisa Loeb

Song for the asking

Here is my song for the asking

Ask me and I will play

So sweetly, I'll make you smile

This is my tune for the taking

Take it, don't turn away

I've been waiting all my life

Thinking it over, I've been sad

Thinking it over, I'd be more than glad

To change my ways for the asking

Ask me and I will play

All the love that I hold inside

© Simon & Garfunkel

Lavender blue

I was walking in the park
Dreaming of a spark
When I heard the sprinklers whisper
Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns.
Then I heard the children singing
They were running through the rainbows
They were singing a song for you
Well it seemed to be a song for you
The one I wanted to write for you
For you, you

Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, lavender’s green
When I am king, dilly dilly, you will be queen
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I owe you for your love
I owe you for your love

Lavender’s green, dilly dilly, lavender’s blue
When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I owe you for your love
I owe you for your love

Lavender’s green, dilly dilly, lavender’s blue
When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I owe you for your love
I owe you for your love

© Marillion

Lonely looking sky

Lonely looking sky, lonely sky
Lonely looking sky
And bein' lonely
Makes you wonder why
Makes you wonder why
Lonely looking sky
Lonely looking sky
Lonely looking sky

Lonely looking night, lonely night,
Lonely looking night
And bein' lonely
Never made it right
Never made it right
Lonely looking night
Lonely looking night
Lonely looking night

Sleep, we sleep
And we may dream
While we may
Dream, we dream
For we may wake
One more day, one more day

Glory looking day
Glory day, Glory looking day
And in its glory
Told a simple way
Behold it if you may
Glory looking day
Glory looking day
On lonely looking sky

© Neil Diamond

The scent of love

The closer you are to love the better you feel its scent.

Música © Michael Nyman

Dawn

When darkness is no less
than everything you've built become undone
There's no fight and no flight,
disaster leaves your passion overrun

It's time to let go,
it's time to carry on with the show
don't mourn what is gone,
greet the dawn
And I will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide

Remembrance, can be a sentence,
but it comes to you with a second chance in tow
Don't lose it, don't refuse it,
‘cause you cannot learn a thing you think you know

A new light is warm,
shining down on you after the storm
Don't mourn what is gone,
greet the dawn
And I will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide

© Poets of the fall

Espelhos

Cuando un niño se harta de ser perseguido por una cámara, se arma con un boli y se toma la revancha.

Música © Rodrigo Leao

Playground

"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing."

George Bernard Shaw

Música © Ayreon

Call of the child

The call of the child is hard to resist.

Música © Nightnoise

Through the wall

Nunca falta quien quiere poner muros al campo...

Música © Chris Spheeris & Paul Voudouris

The river

You know a dream is like a river

Ever changin' as it flows

And a dreamer's just a vessel

That must follow where it goes

Trying to learn from what's behind you

And never knowing what's in store

Makes each day a constant battle

Just to stay between the shores

And I will sail my vessel

'Til the river runs dry

Like a bird upon the wind

These waters are my sky

I'll never reach my destination

If I never try

So I will sail my vessel

'Til the river runs dry

Too many times we stand aside

And let the waters slip away

'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow

Has now become today

So don't you sit upon the shoreline

And say you're satisfied

Choose to chance the rapids

And dare to dance the tide

Yes I will sail my vessel

'Til the river runs dry

Like a bird upon the wind

These waters are my sky

I'll never reach my destination

If I never try

So I will sail my vessel

'Til the river runs dry

There's bound to be rough waters

And I know I'll take some falls

But with the good Lord as my captain

I can make it through them all

Yes I will sail my vessel

'Til the river runs dry

Like a bird upon the wind

These waters are my sky

I'll never reach my destination

If I never try

So I will sail my vessel

'Til the river runs dry

Yes, I will sail my vessel

'Til the river runs dry

'Til the river runs dry

© Garth Brooks

Let me confess...

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, me be borne alone.

In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter noy love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.

I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:

But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

Sonnet 36 © William Shakespeare

Música: Skye Dance © Alasdair Fraser & Paul Machlis

The answer lies within

Look around
Where do you belong
Don't be afraid
You're not the only one

Don't let the day go by
Don't let it end
Don't let a day go by in doubt
The answer lies within

Life is short
So learn from your mistakes
And stand behind
The choices that you make

Face each day
With both eyes open wide
And try to give
Don't keep it all inside

Don't let the day go by
Don't let it end
Don't let a day go by in doubt
The answer lies within

You've got the future on your side
You're gonna be fine now
I know whatever you decide
You're gonna shine

Don't let the day go by
Don't let it end
Don't let a day go by in doubt
You're ready to begin
Don't let a day go by in doubt
The answer lies within.

© Dream Theater

Tristesse

Adieu tristesse

Bonjour tristesse

Tu est inscrite dans les lignes du plafond

Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j’aime

Tu n’es pas tout à fait la misère

Car les lèvres le plus pauvres te dénoncent

Par un sourire

Bonjour tristesse

Amour des corps aimables

Puissance de l’amour

Dont l’amabilité surgit

Comme un monstre sans corps

Tête désappointée

Tristesse beau visage

© Paul Eluard

Música © J.S. Bach. Concierto para dos violines y orquesta Nº 3 en Re menor

You had time

How can I go home
With nothing to say
I know you're going to look at me that way
And say what did you do out there
And what did you decide
You said you needed time
And you had time

You are a china shop
And I am a bull
You are really good food
And I am full
I guess everything is timing
I guess everything's been said
So I am coming home with an empty head

You’ll say did they love you or what
I'll say they love what I do
The only one who really loves me is you
And you'll say girl did you kick some butt
And I'll say I don't really remember
But my fingers are sore
And my voice is too

You’ll say it's really good to see you
You’ll say I missed you horribly
You’ll say let me carry that
Give that to me
And you will take the heavy stuff
And you will drive the car
And I'll look out the window making jokes
About the way things are

How can I go home
With nothing to say?
I know you're going to look at me that way
And say what did you do out there
And what did you decide
You said you needed time
And you had time

© Ani Difranco

Cuando el hambre aprieta...

...la vergüenza afloja.

Música: Sonata Nº 8 "Patética" © L.V. Beethoven

Non, merci

El amor es paciente, es servicial; el amor no tiene envidia, no es presumido ni orgulloso; no es grosero ni egoísta, no se irrita, no toma en cuenta el mal; el amor no se alegra de la injusticia; se alegra de la verdad. Todo lo excusa, todo lo cree, todo lo espera, todo lo tolera. (...) Tres cosas hay que permanecen: la fe, la esperanza y el amor. Pero la más grande de las tres es el amor.

"Canto al amor", de la Primera carta a los Corintios de San Pablo.

Música © Jean Claude Petit

You learn about it

Now that we're through
The hell with you
We don't mind
We just give it a sigh

We hardly knew
What you were capable
of doing
But why don't you give it a try

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'til you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

We hardly knew
what you were capable
of doing
But why don't you give it a try

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'til you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

Can't take no more..

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'till you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

Can't take no more..

© The Gathering

Through the castle garden

Time passes and things remain but those involving human heart.

Música © Nightnoise