miércoles, 30 de enero de 2008
jueves, 24 de enero de 2008
jueves, 17 de enero de 2008
Shake, shake, shimmy.
You know that you soothe the aches
and the troubles within me.
Pretending that everything’s cool,
When I’m twenty seven shades of blue,
And my lips are unhappy without you.
My lips are unhappy without you.
Honey suckle, you’re missing.
But I make the morning dew glisten,
By just hoping and wishing.
Pretending that I’ve got a clue.
When I’m twenty seven shades of blue,
And my lips are unhappy without you.
My lips are unhappy without you.Lips are Unhappy - Lucky Soul
domingo, 13 de enero de 2008
jueves, 10 de enero de 2008
I've been twisting and turning in a space that's too small
I've been drawing the line and watching it fall
You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart
Watching us fading and watching all fall apart
Well I can't explain why it's not enough
Cos' I gave it all to you
And if you leave me now
Oh just leave me now
It's the better thing to do
It's time to surrender
It's been too long pretending
There's no use in trying
When the pieces don't fit anymore
The pieces don't fit here anymore
You pulled me under, so I had to give in
Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin
Well I'll hide all the bruises; I'll hide all the damage that's done
But I'll show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone
Well I can't explain why it's not enough
Cos' I gave it all to you
And if you leave me now
Oh just leave me now
It's the better thing to do
It's time to surrender
It's been too long pretending
There's no use in trying
When the pieces don't fit anymore
The pieces don't fit here anymore
Oh, don't misunderstand how I feel
Cos' I've tried, yes I've tried
Still I don't know why
No, I don't know why
Why I can't explain why it's not enough
Cos' I gave it all to you
And if you leave me now
Oh just leave me now
It's the better thing to do
It's time to surrender
It's been too long pretending
There's no use in trying
When the pieces don't fit anymore
The pieces don't fit here anymore
miércoles, 2 de enero de 2008
luego el calor, movimiento,
luego gota de sudor
que se hizo vapor, luego viento
que en un rincón de la rioja
movió el aspa de un molino
mientras se pisaba el vino
que bebió tu boca roja.
Tu boca roja en la mía,
la copa que gira en mi mano,
y mientras el vino caía
supe que de algún lejano
rincón de otra galaxia,
el amor que me darías,
transformado, volvería
un día a darte las gracias.
Cada uno da lo que recibe
y luego recibe lo que da.
Nada es más simple,
no hay otra norma:
Nada se pierde,
todo se transforma.
El vino que pagué yo,
con aquel euro italiano
que había estado en un vagón
antes de estar en mi mano,
y antes de eso en Torino,
Y antes de Torino, en Prato,
donde hicieron mi zapato
sobre el que caería el vino.
Zapato que en unas horas
buscaré bajo tu cama
con las luces de la aurora,
junto a tus sandalias planas
que compraste aquella vez
en Salvador de Bahía,
donde a otro diste el amor
que hoy yo te devolvería
Cada uno da lo que recibe
y luego recibe lo que da.
Nada es más simple,
no hay otra norma:
Nada se pierde,
todo se transforma.
Jorge Drexler