Through her eyes

She never really had a chance
On that fateful moonlit night
Sacrificed without a fight
A victim of her circumstance

Now that I've become aware
And I've exposed this tragedy
A sadness grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair

I'm learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes

Just beyond the churchyard gates
Where the grass is overgrown
I saw the writing on her stone
I felt like I would suffocate

In loving memory of our child
So innocent, eyes open wide
I felt so empty as I cried
Like part of me had died

I'm learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes

And as her image
Wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby
As I lay awake in bed

And I know what it's like
To lose someone you love
And this felt just the same

She wasn't given any choice
Desperation stole her voice
I've been given so much more in life
I've got a son, I've got a wife

I had to suffer one last time
To grieve for her and say goodbye
Relive the anguish of my past
To find out who I was at last

The door has opened wide
I'm turning with the tide
Looking through her eyes

© Dream Theater

Au fond, la mer

El rugir de la tormenta en la noche despierta no sólo nuestros cansados sentidos sino también los recuerdos que a veces nos empeñamos en mantener dormidos en el fondo del… ¿corazón?

© Wim Mertens

Life is beautiful

Smile, without a reason why
Love, as if you were a child,
Smile, no matter what they tell you
Don't listen to a word they say
Cause life is beautiful that way.

Tears, a tidal wave of tears
Light, that slowly disappears
Wait, before you close the curtain
There is still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way

Here with his eyes forevermore
I will always be as close as you
remember from before
Now that you're out there on your own
Remember what is real and
what we dream is love alone

Keep the laughter in you eyes
Soon your long awaited prize
We'll forget about our sorrows
And think about a brighter day
Cause life is beautiful that way.

We'll forget about our sorrows
And think about a brighter day,
Cause life is beautiful that way
There's still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way.

The water is wide

The water is wide
I can’t cross over
And neither have
I wings to fly
Build me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row
My love and I

There is a ship
And she sails the sea
She’s loaded deep
As deep can be
But not so deep
As the love I’m in
I know not how
I sink or swim

Oh love is handsome
And love is fine
The sweetest flower
When first its new
But love grows old
And waxes cold
And fades away
Like summer dew

Build me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row
My love and I
And both shall row
My love and I

© James Taylor - Traditional

Dust in the wind

I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Now, don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
The wind

© Kansas

Credo

Aquí a esta hora, en este bar
las seis, seis y media y tú no estás
ya ves, ya lo sabes, es la edad
no sé todos dicen que es normal

Normal que ahora tiemble,
normal que no sepa
normal que te esté echando de menos,
convirtiéndote en canción

normal que me encienda,
normal que me apague
normal que me pierda en este credo
para no aferrarme a Dios

Así nuestra historia, y en mi mal
sin mí, sin amigos, sin el mar...
reloj, otro whisky al lacrimal
ya sé, pensarías que es normal

Normal que ahora tiemble, normal que no sepa
normal que te esté echando de menos,
convirtiéndote en canción

Normal que me encienda,
normal que me apague
normal que me pierda en este credo
para no aferrarme a Dios

Normal que esté borracho,
normal que sienta miedo
normal que me despierte
del sueño en otro cuerpo...

© Javier Alvarez

Adiós Cantabria, adiós

Con glárima enos ojos digo adiós
Con glárima enos ojos a la mi tierra digo adiós
Piru marchar yo no quiero
Piru marchar yo no quiero
Altas coteras cielu gris
Vuhotros seis los testigos
Altas coteras cielu gris
Vuhotros seis los testigos

No soy pa gritar abora esti dolor
No soy pa gritar abora esti dolor qu' en mí surdió
La cudicia d'unos pocos
La cudicia d'unos pocos
Cumu al miruellu ena jaula
El juturu arrobó
cumu al miruellu ena jaula
El juturu arrobó

La murria preta con juerza al mi corazón
La murria preta con juerza al mi corazón c’aquí medró
Adiós Cantabria adiós,
Adiós Cantabria adiós,
Verdi país la tierruca lluevi y lluevi sobre nos
Verdi país la tierruca lluevi y lluevi sobre nos

Quiziás la frutuna ría n'otru lugar
Quiziás la frutuna ría n'otru lugar lejos d’acá
Nacer muchas vecis más
Nacer muchas vecis más
jasta que jalle l'abrazu d’otros ojos d’otra mar
jasta que jalle l'abrazu d’otros ojos d’otra mar

Simpri soñarás nel día de la güelta
Simpri soñarás nel día de la güelta a tu casa
Onqui estés muertu vindrás
Onqui estés muertu vindrás
Y naidi ti podrá quitar de vivir nesti lugar
Y naidi ti podrá quitar de vivir nesti lugar

Small blue thing

Today I am
A small blue thing
Like a marble
Or an eye

With my knees against my mouth
I am perfectly round
I am watching you

I am cold against your skin
You are perfectly reflected
I am lost inside your pocket
I am lost against your fingers
I am falling down the stairs
I am skipping on the sidewalk
I am thrown against the sky
I am raining down in pieces
I am scattering like light
Scattering like light
Scattering like light

Today I am
A small blue thing
Made of china
Made of glass
I am cool and smooth and curious
I never blink
I am turning in your hand
Turning in your hand
Small blue thing

© Suzanne Vega

Sucedió en la antigüedad

Sucedió en la antigüedad, en esta tierra.
Cuentan que no ha habido jamás un amor como fue aquél;
Entre batallas a sangre y fuego, un cariño tan fiel.

Era una tarde de frío invierno cuando fueron a por él;
Nunca regresó su tierno amor, murió de pie.
Y ella salía a los caminos a preguntar.

Por besar su blanca frente las nubes la guiaron.
Es aquel tu amor, tendido está y le dio un vuelco el corazón.
Y la noche se los tragó, fueron dos sombras cruzando entre bomba y metralla.

Siga usted, mi capitán que aunque silben las balas,
el cielo le preservará como le decía él.
Cuentan que los vieron caminando hacia el pueblo en llamas
y que entre sus ruinas a los viajeros hablan.

Y la hierba ya no crece, polvo y hollín.

Ríos desbordados que arrastraron sus vidas.
Guerras que nadie deseó, que truncaron sus sueños.
Nunca hubo un amor tan fiel, un cariño tan grande;
aunque la memoria de este lugar haya olvidado sus nombres.

© El último de la fila

True colors

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness here inside you
Makes you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors
Are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember when
I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

© Cyndi Lauper
Performed by Eva Cassidy

Laura

I avui que et puc fer una cançó
recordo quan vas arribar
amb el misteri dels senzills,
els ulls inquiets, el cos altiu.
I Amb la rialla dels teus dits
vares omplir els meus acords
amb cada nota del teu nom,
Laura.

M'és tan difícil recordar
quants escenaris han sentit
la nostra angoixa per l'avui,
la nostra joia pel demà.
A casa enmig de tants companys
o a un trist exili mar enllà
mai no ha mancat el teu alè,
Laura.

I si l'atzar et porta lluny
que els déus et guardin el camí,
que t'acompanyin els ocells,
que t'acaronin els estels.
I en un racó d'aquesta veu,
mentre la pugui fer sentir
hi haurà amagat sempre el teu so,
Laura.

© Lluis Llach

Kathy's song

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I

© Paul Simon

Why don't you write me?

Why don't you write me
I'm out in the jungle
I'm hungry to hear you.
Send me a card,
I am waiting so hard
To be near you.(La, la, la)
Why don't you write?

Something is wrong
And I know I got to be there.
Maybe I'm lost,
But I can't make the cost
Of the airfare.

Tell me why
Why
Why
Tell me why
Why
Why

Why don't you write me,
A letter would brighten
My loneliest evening.
Mail it today
If it's only to say
That you're leaving me.(La, la, la)

Monday morning, sitting in the sun
Hoping and wishing for the mail to come.
Tuesday, never got a word,
Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign,
Drank a half a bottle of iodine.
Friday, woe is me
Gonna hang my body from the highest tree.
Why don't you write me?

Suzanne

Suzanne takes you down
to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

© Leonard Cohen

O Sonho

Quem contar um sonho que sonhou
não conta tudo o que encontrou
Contar um sonho é proibido

Eu sonhei um sonho com amor
e uma janela e uma flor
uma fonte de água e o meu amigo

E não havia mais nada...
só nós, a luz, e mais nada...
Ali morou o amor

Amor, que trago em segredo
num sonho que não vou contar
e cada dia é mais sentido

Amor, eu tenho amor bem escondido
num sonho que não sei contar
e guardarei sempre comigo

© Madredeus

Que el rebaño paste en paz

"Yo no soy responsable de que me atraigan simultáneamente el campo y la ciudad, la tradición y el futuro; de que me encante el arte nuevo y me extasíe el antiguo; de que me vuelva loco la retórica hecha, y me torne más loco el capricho de hacérmela -nueva- para mi uso particular e intransferible."

© Gerardo Diego
Música: (Cantata 208) © J.S. Bach

O Infante

Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce
Deus quis que a Terra fosse toda uma
Que o mar unisse, já não separasse
Sagrou-te e foste desvendando a espuma

E a orla branca foi
De ilha em continente
Clareou correndo até ao fim do mundo
E viu-se a terra inteira, de repente
Surgir redonda do azul profundo

Quem te sagrou, criou-te português Do mar e nós em ti nos deu sinal
Cumpriu-se o mar e o império se desfez
Senhor, falta cumprir-se Portugal

E a orla branca foi
De ilha em continente
Clareou correndo até ao fim do mundo

E viu-se a terra inteira, de repente
Surgir redonda do azul profundo

© Fernando Pessoa / Dulce Pontes

Come what may

Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday I love you more and more
Listen to my heart,
Can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may, come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

And there's no mountain too high no river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may, come what may I will love you until my dying day
Oh come what may, come what may I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...
Come what may, come what may I will love you until my dying day

© O.M.S. Moulin Rouge

We

We’re born we’re crying
we fall we’re trying
we’re little we’re laughing
we’re lonely sometimes

we grow we’re open
we’re lost we’re hoping
we’re careful we’re calling
we’re leaving behind

you say we need to work together
with love and care for everyone
without the fighting and the anger
you say the world could be as one

but every time that you say we
do you think about me?
‘cause every time that you say we
I hope you think about me

we’re strong we’re chosen
we’re scared we’re frozen
we’re hardened we’re hopeful
we’re holding at bay

we take we’re giving
we shake we’re living
we’re lovers we’re sinners
we’re running away

and if we fail to make a difference
and if our hope is almost gone
despite the fighting and the anger
you say the world could be as one

but every time that you say we
do you think about me?
‘cause every time that you say we
I hope you think about me

and every time that you say we
do you think about me?
‘cause every time that you say we
I hope you think about me

© Noa

Tu trouveras

Comme tout le monde j'ai mes défauts
J'ai pas toujours les mots qu'il faut
Mais si tu lis entre les lignes
Tu trouveras dans mes chansons
Tout c'que je n'ai pas su te dire

Il y a des fautes d'impression
Des "Je t'aime" un peu brouillon
Malgré mes accords malhabiles
Tu trouveras dans mes chansons
Tout ce que je n'ai pas osé te dire

Tu trouveras...
Mes blessures et mes faiblesses
Celles que j'n'avoue qu'à demi-mot
Mes faux pas mes maladresses
Et de l'amour plus qu'il n'en faut
J'ai tellement peur que tu me laisses
Sache que si j'en fais toujours trop
C'est pour qu'un peu tu me restes
Tu me restes

Il y en a d'autres que tu aimeras
Bien plus belles, plus fortes que moi
Je leur laisserai bien sûr la place
Quand je n'aurai plus dans mes chansons
Plus rien à te dire en face

Le temps vous endurcit de tout
Des illusions, des mauvais coups
Si je n'ai pas su te retenir,
Sache qu'il y a dans mes chansons
Tout c'que je n'ai pas eu le temps de te dire

Tu trouveras...
Mes blessures et mes faiblesses
Celles que j'n'avoue qu'à demi-mot
Mes faux pas mes maladresses
Et de l'amour plus qu'il n'en faut
J'ai tellement peur que tu me laisses
Sache que si j'en fais toujours trop
C'est pour qu'un peu tu me restes
Tu me restes

© Natasha St-Pier

Peccadilles importunes

La Segunda Ley de la Mecánica del Desarrollo Mental decía lo siguiente: «Si deseas algo, tienes que conseguirlo. Si lo deseas lo suficiente, lo conseguirás.»

En alas de la canción, Thomas M. Disch

Música: Erik Satie

Estar vivo hoy

… o mañana ¿dónde reside la diferencia? ¿Cuándo empieza la importancia de la vida y cuándo se convierte en una carga?
“Profiscicere, anima, de hoc mundo”

© Lito Vitale

Cuando la pobreza entra por la puerta...

Bendeciré, sexta planta, puerta C.
En el ascensor mi vecinita huele bien.
La pobreza entra por la puerta,
el amor salta por la ventana.
Doña Foca va a la compra en zapatillas
hogar, comida y una cama.
Niños hambrientos, el abuelo nos dejó.
Ya no me besas nunca, ya no me amas.
Como voy a besarte, gorda y con bata.
En las paredes, estampas de la comunión,
jaulas con pájaros y una foto de mamá.
Otra vez sopa, caldo de sobre Sopicrem.
Tristes galletas del enano Catiplán.
La pobreza entra por la puerta,
el amor salta por la ventana.
Don Zapato lee el diario en el lavabo,
su mujer se llama Amparo.
Comida para perros, con vitaminas mil.
En la bodega dicen que no hay derecho,
con tanta celulitis, no es raro que si
la rutina entra por la puerta,
el amor salte por la ventana.
Doña Foca es una loca peligrosa,
tiene un pato en una palangana.
La pobreza entra por la puerta,
el amor salta por la ventana.
Don Zapato es un vejete espabilado,
se pasa el día en la cama.
La pobreza entra por la puerta,
el amor salta por la ventana.
Doña Foca es una loca peligrosa,
tiene un pato en una palangana.
Las gallinas picotean la basura.
Celia es tan pequeña y siempre pide arroz.
El protector de los pobres algún juguete le dió.
Su madre la vio nacer sobre paja y cartón.
Casas con techos de latón y suelos de barro,
manchas grotescas de humedad por las goteras.
Perros y niños bajo un chaparrón.
Ventanas sin cristal, entra el vendaval.

© El último de la fila

Even in the quietest moments

Even in the quietest moments
I wish I knew what I had to do
And even though the sun is shining
Well I feel the rain --- here it comes again, dear

And even when you showed me
My heart was out of tune
For there's a shadow of doubt that's not letting me find you too soon
The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Oh Lord, I want to be with you.
Won't you let me come in from the cold?

Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun be leaving
Won't you come to me soon

And even though the stars are listening
And the ocean's deep,
I just go to sleep

And then I create a silent movie
You become the star, is that what you are, dear?

Your whisper tells a secret
Your laughter brings me joy
And a wonder of feeling I'm Nature's own little boy

But still the tears keep falling
They're raining from the sky
Well there's a lot of me got to go under before I get high

Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun be leaving
No, you can't be leaving my life

Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Lord, don't go

And even when the song is over
Where have I been --- was it just a dream?
And though your door is always open
Where do I begin --- may I please come in, dear?

© Supertramp

That old black magic

That old black magic's got me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers
Up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel inside
And when that elevator starts its ride
Darling down and down I go,
Round and round I go
Like a leaf that'scaught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm aflame

Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
You're the lover
You're the lover
You're the lover
You're the lover
I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine
Darling down and down I go,
Round and Round I go
In a spin, I'm loving the spin that I'm in
I'm Under that old black magic called love
Yes I'm in a spin, I'm loving the spin I'm in
I'm under that old black magic called love

Got me spinning and spinning and spinning around
Like an elevator's going down
In this magic, black magic called love

© Ella Fitzerald

¿Qué es poesía?

Kubla Khan
OR, A VISION IN A DREAM. A FRAGMENT.
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :

And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war !

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,

That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Music: Humility © Wim Mertens

Probando Picasa (Resultado)

Me temo que al final el uso de Photoshop es ineludible. Pero para aficionados es una gran herramienta.

Probando Picasa (Original)

 

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Que Santa Lucía os conserve la vista, hijos míos...

Perdónala

El otro día un bloggero me comentó que mi “avatar” le parecía la cabeza de un mutante con ojos, nariz, boca y hasta pelo. Después de sacarle de su error me puse a pensar. Como en los últimos días éste de los prejuicios ha sido un tema en cierto modo recurrente y he podido constatar que los blogs son en numerosas ocasiones instrumentos para estudios antropológicos, he decidido realizar uno yo misma.
También forma parte del reglamento tácito de los blogs no explicar la naturaleza de los mismos, pues (imagino) si los objetos del estudio conocieran el fin último del mismo sus comportamientos se verían ciertamente influidos y por tanto el resultado se vería seriamente comprometido.

A vuestros ojos expongo una imagen. Me gustaría, queridos hipotéticos visitantes, que aventuraseis lo que os sugiere la misma. ¿La frente de un Cardassiano, quizá? Todo es posible. Tomaos el tiempo que consideréis oportuno. Para amenizaros el rato que paséis en la contemplación de esa imagen os invito a escuchar el hermoso bolero “Perdónala” del insigne autor Johann Sebastian Mastropiero, en un, admito que vano, intento de que lleguéis a perdonarme también a mí.

Sun in the night

How many times in your life have you ever had the feeling
That the way you live is crazy and there must be something else.

When you look at the sky does it ever cross your mind
There could be something you've forgotten that wont ever go away

Like the sun in the night,
Like the sun in the night,

You'll always be with me baby,
Be in my soul,

You'll always be with me
Wherever I go.

Gets too much after a while trying to always hide your feelings
When the world is going crazy and you keep it to yourself
How much it hurts;
though you try, try to get on with your life
And tell yourself that worse things happen and just hope it goes away.

Like the sun in the night,
Like the sun in the night,

You'll always be with me baby,
Be in my soul,

You'll always be with me
Wherever I go.

© Lighhouse Family

The Plains of Boyle © Mícheál Ó Súilleabháin

"Individual human beings are all tools, that the others use to help us all survive."

Ender's game © Orson S. Card

La lengua de las mariposas

Butterflies have a long tongue that they normally keep coiled up under their heads. The tongue is really a hollow tube, like a straw. When a butterfly needs to reach into the flower to drink some nectar, the tongue uncoils so the butterfly can drink the nectar.


The fosse © Wim Mertens

Room with a view

Me encuentro de nuevo ante “el problema”: la música que quiero vincular a esta imagen es precisamente eso: música. Así que aquí estoy de nuevo creando el relleno con el que envolver la imagen. Más, ¿es realmente necesario? Porque esta música no parece que necesite más, y la imagen me supone un gran esfuerzo describirla… Es el paisaje que se extendía ante mis ojos cada mañana en casa de mi madre estas navidades, sus últimas navidades.

The heart asks pleasure first © Michael Nyman

Bombardeo sobre Tazones

Este texto va absolutamente en contra del espíritu de esta bitácora, que se suponía estaría dedicada a imágenes y música. Pero cuando esa música no tiene letra que la acompañe me siento obligada a escribirla yo.

Lo malo de ello, motivo por el cual no creo que este texto dure mucho aquí, es que me ha dado por escribirlo en uno de esos días en los que realmente me gustaría estar escribiendo en un auténtico cuaderno de bitácora, dentro de una nave que surcase mares procelosos, sin otra preocupación que la de la supervivencia física, no la mental, temiendo un naufragio real, no psicológico, luchando por mi vida, no deseando que acabe producto del hastío.

Pero como de lo que se trata en este momento es de dejar palabras donde no las hay, de identificar una imagen con un momento auditivo, puedo escribir, por ejemplo, que la noche de Tazones expuesta al ojo indiscreto de una cámara fotográfica, revela la turbulencia que podéis contemplar. Donde el ojo humano no ve sino negrura, la cámara capta esa marea baja que invita a un tranquilo paseo por la ría; la luna que parecía no existir se muestra como un faro en la niebla; los chiringuitos que sabemos están al fondo, parecen el objetivo final de un bombardeo nocturno en Oriente Medio; y el magnífico bosque que antecede a la playa de Rodiles, nos hace pensar que estamos ante el conocido skyline de esa ciudad norteamericana de cuyo nombre no me apetece acordarme.

Y con esto creo haber cumplido mi objetivo. La próxima vez lo escribiré en inglés o francés, o alemán para no volver a romper la línea estética de este sitio, o quizás la próxima melodía tendrá una letra en español (no me comprometo a decir en cuál de ellos…)

Taramundi 130 © Hevia

You're my best friend

Ooh you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me
It's you you're all I see
Ooo you make me live now honey
Ooo you make me live

Ooh you're the best friend that I ever had
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine and I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
Oh you're my best friend

Ooo you make me live
Ooh I've been wandering round
But I still come back to you
In rain or shine
You've stood by me girl
I'm happy at home
You're my best friend

Ooo you make me live
Whenever this world is cruel to me
I got you to help me forgive
Ooo you make me live now honey
Ooo you make me live

You're the first one
When things turn out bad
You know I'll never be lonely
You're my only one
And I love the things
I really love the things that you do
You're my best friend

Ooo you make me live
I'm happy at home
You're my best friend
Oh you're my best friend
Ooo you make me live
You you're my best friend

© Queen

Oh my country...

O mo dhùthaich' stu th'air m'aire
Uibhist chùmhraidh ùr nan gallan
Far a faighte na daoin' uaisle
Far 'm bu dual do Mhac 'ic Ailein

Tìr a' mhurain, tìr an eorna
Tìr 's am pailt a h-uile seòrsa
Far am bi na gillean òga
Gabhail òran 's 'g òl an lionna

Thig iad ugainn, carach, seòlta
Gus ar mealladh far ar n-eòlais
Molaidh iad dhuinn Manitòba
Dùthaich fhuar gun ghual, gun mhòine

Cha leig mi leas'a bhith 'ga ìnnse
Nuair a ruigear, 'sann a chithear
Samhradh goirid fogar sìtheil
Geamhradh fada na droch-shìde

Nam biodh agam fhìn de stòras
Dà dheis aodaich, paidhir bhrògan
Agus m'fhàradh bhith 'nam phòca
'Sann air Uibhist dheanainn seòladh

© Capercaillie

Eye in the sky

Don't think sorry's easily said
Don't try turning tables instead
You've taken lots of chances before
But I ain't gonna give any more
Don't ask me
That's how it goes
Cause part of me knows what You're thinkin'

Don't say words you're gonna regret
Don't let the fire rush to your head
I've heard the accusation before
And I ain't gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your Eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing


I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't Need to see any more
To know that I can read your mind,
I can read your mind

Don't leave false Illusions behind
Don't Cry cause I ain't changing my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the Signs are deceiving

I am the eye in the sky...

© Alan Parsons and Eric Woolfson
Performed by Noa

Land of confusion

I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you read the news today
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fires still alight
There burning into the night.

There's too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion.

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in.

Ooh Superman where are you now
When everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
Are losing control by the hour.

This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in.

I remember long ago -
Ooh when the sun was shining
Yes and the stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago -

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know, well never keep.

Too many men
There's too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion.

Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for.

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to.

© Genesis

Shadow of time

I see a strange man
Running silently
He never looks behind him
He has no time to see
He makes no sound, he has no voice
The ground he doesn't feel
But he's always on the run
And I wonder if he's real

Run on, run on, shadow of time
Run on, run on, shadow of time

His first name is today
His last name is tomorrow
He knows no pain, he knows no joy
He doesn't think of sorrow
Fast and small, he's slow and tall
He never stops to rest
But I know where he's goin''
Cause I know him the best

Run on, run on, shadow of time
Run on, run on, shadow of time

© Nightnoise

April come she will

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain

May she will stay
Resting in my arms again

June she'll change her tune
In restless walks she'll prowl the night

July she will fly
And give no warning to her flight

August die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold

September I remember
A love once new has now grown old

© Simon & Garfunkel

For Emily, whenever I may find her

What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets down
Past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As I walked on

And when you ran to me,
your Cheeks fleshed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand

And when I awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh, I love you girl
Oh, I love you

© Simon & Garfunkel

What you're made of

Just like I predicted, we're at the point of no return
We can go backwards, and no corners have been turned
I can't control it, if I sink or if I swim
'Cause I chose the waters that I'm in

And it makes no difference who is right or wrong
I deserve much more than this
'Cause there's only one thing I want

If it's not what you're made of
You're not what I'm looking for
You were willing but unable to give me anymore
There's no way,
You're changing,
'Cause some things will just never be mine,
You're not in love this time...but it's alright.

I hear you talking, but your words don't mean a thing
I doubt you ever put your heart into anything
It's not much to ask for, to get back what I put in
But I chose the waters that I'm in

And it makes no difference who is right or wrong
I deserve much more than this
'Cause there's only one thing I want

If it's not what you're made of
You're not what I'm looking for
You were willing but unable to give me anymore
There's no way,
You're changing,
'Cause some things will just never be mine
You're not in love this time...but it's alright.

What's your definition of the one?
What do you really want him to become?
No matter what I sacrifice it's still never enough.

Just like I predicted
I will sink before I swim
'Cause these are the waters that I'm in

If it's not what you're made of
You're not what I'm looking for
You were willing, but unable to give me anymore
There's no way,
You're changing,
'Cause some things will just never be mine
You're not in love this time.

Oh, if it's not what you're made of
You're not what I'm looking for
You were willing, but unable to give me anymore
There's no way,
You're changing,
'Cause some things will just never be mine
You're not in love this time
You're not in love this time
You're not in love this time...

© Lucie Silvas

I have deeply fallen in love...

...and sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't.

ONE

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to Carry each other
Carry each other
One...

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers

One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...life

One

© U2