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octubre 8, 2010

I will be there…

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“She asked me to stay

and she told me to sit anywhere

So I looked around

and I noticed there wasnt a chair”

 

The Beatles- Norwegian Wood (Rubber Soul)

 

 

ultra9977

Whitesnake – The Deeper The Love

 

 

…looking over your shoulder.

 

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septiembre 15, 2010

de un mundo que no olvida…

  

“La carta que estaba allí tirada era para mí. (…) Iba a cambiar el rumbo de mi vida. “

Nada. Carmen Laforet.

 

 

franlopezu

 The Beatles

Please Mr. Postman

Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman
Wait, wait mister postman

Mister postman look and see
You got a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting such a long time
Since I heard from that girl of mine

There must be some word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please mister postman look and see
If there’s a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting mister postman
So patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Saying she’s returning home to me

So many days you passed me by
See the tear standing in my eye
You didn’t stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta check it and see, one more time for me

Wait
Wait
Wait
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better

Wait

 

 

HOMENAJE

A la Residencia de Estudiantes

SIN palabras, ni gesto, el pensamiento
se agrandaba: era flor que nos abría…

El gran álamo, el único -¿el maestro
anterior?-, siempre fiel y junto al agua,
presidía, observaba, era equilibrio
en cada instante necesario. Allí,
sobre el canal y casi al pie del puente,
hacia el lado interior -cerca del alma-
juzgó y juzga.

Una vez, el pensamiento,
respiración y luz abrió a un muchacho
oscuro y, por un cuerpo perseguido,
siendo sol: ¡entró en él a iluminarlo!
Su sangre oculta -propia- sintió ajena…
Y, un día, cruzó el puente.

“¡Adiós!” -el álamo
le dijo, desde adentro, al pasar-: “¡Mírame!…”
Miró el muchacho y vio moverse al agua.
“¡Adiós!”, dijo el reflejo al pie del árbol,
en vértice y central, fusión de un mundo
que no olvida…
(¡Fui, yo!)
-Pero ¿el maestro?…
-El anterior. El fiel.
¡Aún vive el álamo!

                           Emilio Prados

 

 

 Fuente l Vicente Aleixandre. Web Concordance

 

…or just a letter ”  !    😉

 

septiembre 11, 2010

Knowing that love is to share…

Filed under: actualidad, blogosferas, Cultura, Educación, Música — Etiquetas: , , — labalaustra @ 11:37 pm

 

ZosoFM

Here, There and Everywhere

(McCartney)

To lead a better life
I need my home to be here
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with the wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there’s something there
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speking but she doesn’t know he’s there
I want her everywhere
And if she’s beside me I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there
I want her everywhere
And if she’s beside me I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there
I will be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere.

 

 

Letra l BEATLWEB

Vía l Wikipedia ( Here, There and Everywhere)

 

 

junio 12, 2010

Waited for the bliss…

 

beatlesuploader2000

Like Dreamers Do

The Beatles

I saw a girl in my dreams
And so it seems
That I will love her
Oh.

You
You are that gril in my dreams
and so it seems
That I will love.

You and I

Oh I'll be there
Yeh, waiting for you
you you you you you.

You
You came just one dream ago
And now I know
That I will love you oh.

You and I

Waited for your kiss
Waited for bliss
Like dreamers do.

And I

Oh I'll be there
Yeh, waiting for you
you you you you you.

I
Knew when you first said hello
That's how I know
That I will love.

You and I

Waited for your kiss
Waited for the bliss.

  

Fuente: musica.com

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junio 7, 2010

…sino el árbol libre

Filed under: Literatura, Música, Uncategorized — Etiquetas: , , , , , , , — labalaustra @ 9:46 pm

 

” Yo me quiero morir como se muere
todos los años el jardín, y luego
renacer de igual modo que renace
todos los años el jardín. Se han ido
los pájaros; volaron, pero no tenían alas.
No me quiero morir como las hojas,
ni quiero ser el árbol de perenne
verdor adusto, ni el arbusto dócil
cortado en seto, sino el árbol libre,
desnudo atleta que en el suelo ahínca
las fuertes plantas y en el aire tuerce
los recios brazos; no el verdor eterno
sino la fronda renovada, el fruto
cuando el año lo envíe. Aquí me tienes,
Señor, desnudo como el árbol. Dame
tu bautismo de lluvias y tu crisma
de sol, y dame vestiduras nuevas,
inmaculadas. El jardín de invierno
callado está: mi corazón callado.
Habla tú; luego, vísteme de hojas.
Algo de tus palabras, al moverse,
repetirán, como inspiradas lenguas.”

 

                                  Oración en el jardín. Enrique Díez Canedo

 

Fuente l El Poder de la Palabra
                www.epdlp.com

 

mwyxcxdnn06

Octopus’s Garden

The Beatles

 

“Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they’re happy and they’re safe
(Happy and they’re safe)

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden with you.”

 

 

mayo 12, 2010

Baby it’s you

Filed under: Cultura, Educación, Música, Uncategorized — Etiquetas: , , — labalaustra @ 11:00 pm

 

 
Beatles
Baby it’s you
-Burt Bacharach-

Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la
It’s not the way you smile that touched my heart (sha la la la la)
It’s not the way you kiss that tears me apart.
Uh, oh, many, many, many nights go by,
I sit alone at home and I cry over you.
What can I do.
Can’t help myself, ’cause baby, it’s you.
Baby, it’s you.
You should hear what they say about you, “cheat,” “cheat.”
They say, they say you never never never ever been true. (cheat cheat)
Uh oh,
It doesn’t matter what they say,
I know I’m gonna love you any old way.
What can I do, and it’s true.
Don’t want nobody, nobody, ’cause baby, it’s you (sha la la la la la la)
Baby, it’s you (sha la la la la la la)

Uh oh,
It doesn’t matter what they say,
I know I’m gonna love you any old way.
What can I do, when it’s true.
Don’t want nobody, nobody, ’cause baby, it’s you (sha la la la la la la)
Baby, it’s you  (sha la la la la la la)
Don’t leave me all alone.

 
 
 

A Héctor…¡ con todo mi amor!   

  

febrero 13, 2010

…the bad books that I have read.

Filed under: actualidad, Música — Etiquetas: , , , , , , — labalaustra @ 11:40 am

 

infojudo

 

The Word – The Beatles

Say the word and you’ll be free,
say the word and be like me,
say the word I’m thinking of,
have you heard the word is love?
It’s so fine,
It’s sunshine,
It’s the word, love.
In the beginning I misunderstood,
but now I’ve got it, the word is good.
Say the word and you’ll be free,
say the word and be like me,
say the word I’m thinking of,
have you heard the word is love?
It’s so fine,
It’s sunshine,
It’s the word, love.
Everywhere I go, I hjear it said.
In the good in the bad books that I have read.
Say the word and you’ll be free,
say the word and be like me,
say the word I’m thinking of,
have you heard the word is love?
It’s so fine,
It’s sunshine,
It’s the word, love.
Now that I know what I feel must be right,
I want to show everybody the light.
Give the word a chance to say,
that the word is just a way,
It’s the word I’m thinking of,
and the only word is love.
It’s so fine,
It’s sunshine,
It’s the word, love.
Say the word love,
Say the word love,
Say the word love.

 

Letra l QueDeLetras.com

 

octubre 9, 2009

“The divine pictures”

 

Written by: Chuck Berry-1955

 

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth an’ wood,
Where lived a country boy, named, Johnny B. Goode,
Who never, ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin’ a bell.

Go-go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, Johnny B. Goode.

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack.
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineer would see him sittin’ in the shade,
Strummin’ with the rhythm that the drivers made.

The people passin’ by, they would stop an’ say,
“Oh, my, but that little country boy could play.”

Go-go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, Johnny B. Goode.

His mother told him, “Someday you will be a man,
An’ you would be the leader of a big ol’ band.
Many people comin’ from miles around,
To hear you play your music when the sun go’ down.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights.
Sayin’, ‘Johnny B. Goode tonight.'”

Go-go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, go, Johnny, go.
Go, go, go, Johnny, go

 

 

“Maybe someday your name will be in lights.

Someday you …way back up in the woods,

among the evergreens.”

 

De Imagina. Octubre 2009

 

In Memoriam

 

septiembre 26, 2009

…please believe me

 

Oh! Darling

Oh! Darling, please believe me
I’ll never do you no harm
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll never do you no harm

Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I’ll never make it alone
Believe me when I beg you
Don’t ever leave me alone

When you told me you didn’t need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me you didn’t need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and died

Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I’ll never make it alone
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll never do you no harm

When you told me you didn’t need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me you didn’t need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and died

Oh! Darling, please believe me
I’ll never let you down
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll never do you no harm

 

septiembre 2, 2009

…on my blue suede shoes

 

Short Fat Fannie  (Larry Williams)
Billy Preston (1946-2006)

I was slippin and slidin with a long tall Sally
Peekin’ and a hidin’,duck back in the alley
Don’t wanna rip it up,don’t wanna dance with Annie
I’ve got a brand new lover name is Short Fat Fannie

One day while I was visit’n at HeartBreak Hotel
Thats where I met Fannie and she sure looked swell
I told her that I loved her and I’d never leave
She put her arms around me, gave me fever

 She’s my tutti fruiti,I love the child so
She watch me like a hound dog everywhere I go
Whenever I’m around her I’m on my p’s and q’s
She might step on my blue suede shoes

Well at a honky tonk party just the other night
Fannie got jealous and she started a fight
At the club I was dancin with MaryLou
I had to call Jim Dandy to the rescue

Short Fat Fannie she’s my hearts desire
Short Fat Fannie sets my soul on fire
On Monday we were married on Blueberry Hill
Now we’re so happy and I love her still

 

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