Como un Fragmento que Cae…

Un sencillo credo…una carga tal vez…pero nada más importa, sólo importa buscar un lugar donde tocar…sólo importa buscar una canción, buscar la música, sentirla, serla…

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The Guitar Man
Bread

Who draws the crowd and plays so loud
Baby it’s the guitar man
Who’s gonna steal the show
You know baby it’s the guitar man

He can make you love
He can make you cry
He will bring you down
Then he’ll get you high

Somethin’ keeps him goin’
Miles and miles a day
To find another place to play

Night after night who treats you right
Baby it’s the guitar man
Who’s on the radio
You go listen to the guitar man

Then he comes to town
And you see his face
And you think you might
Like to take his place

Somethin’ keeps him driftin’
Miles and miles away
Searchin’ for the songs to play

Then you listen to the music
And you like to sing along
You want to get the meaning
Out of each and every song
Then you find yourself a message and some words
To call your own and take them home

He can make you love
He can get you high
He will bring you down
Then he’ll make you cry

Somethin’ keeps him movin’
But no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go…

Then the lights begin to flicker
And the sound is getting dim…
The voice begins to falter
And the crowds are getting thin…
But he never seems to notice, he’s just got to find
Another place to play
Anyway
Got to play
Anyway
Got to play

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Take a Look at My Girlfriend
Supertramp

Take a look at my girlfriend;
she’s the only one I got…
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot…

Take a jumbo across the water,
(I’d) Like to see America
See the girls in California

I’m hoping it’s going to come true
but there’s not a lot I can do…

Could we have kippers for breakfast
Mummy dear, Mummy dear? …
They got to have them in Texas
because everyone’s a millionaire….

I’m a winner, I’m a sinner
Do you want my autograph? …
I’m a loser, what a joker,

I’m playing my jokes upon you
while there’s nothing better to do…

Don’t you look at my girlfriend!
She’s the only one I got…
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot…

Take a jumbo across the water
(I’d) like to see America
See the girls in California

I’m hoping it’s going to come true
but there’s not a lot I can do…

¿Cuánto veneno es suficiente para regresar?…

Antes éramos amigos…me diste un campo de trigo por el cual sufrir y por el cual llorar y por el cual reír.

¿Cómo vivir en un planeta tan atroz?

¿Será que las rosas son tan tontas?…

Post dedicado al pasado y a todos los bonitos símbolos no agobiantes. –”The smile when you tore me apart”–

Hoy les pongo en mi cancionero una canción que es casi seguro que todos han escuchado. Se trata de “Because the Night”, de la hermosísima Patti Smith. Alguna vez me gustaría sacar un cover de esta canción, a alguien le gustaría? Bueno, ahí me avisan. Disfruten.

Because The Night
Patti Smith

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Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger, it’s the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feast

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I’m in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They can’t hurt you now,
can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now…

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt, when I’m alone
Love is a ring, the telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can’t hurt you now,
can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now…

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turn and burns
Without you I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it’s time, too real to feel

So take me now, take me now, take me now…

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because tonight there are two lovers
If we believe in the night we trust
Because tonight there are two lovers …

Siento que la monotonía y decadencia de mi inmediatéz me impulsa a realizar cambios dentro de mí misma. Ya desde hace tiempos siento lo mismo, pero cómo hacerlo si todo en mi exterior permanecía igual…

Ahora no poseo nada ni tengo obligaciones con nadie, lo que me deja en una situación en la cual no importa lo que haga, nada tengo que perder. Todavía siento dolor; pero esta vez dejaré de ver la sangre en el piso y me voy a lanzar a la inmensidad sideral.

Quiero ver cosas; quiero estudiar lo que me he convertido; quiero tener claridad por encima de todo. Algún día voy a encontrar a alguien con quien pueda compartir todas mis observaciones. Si ese alguien no existe, estaré feliz de poseer mis imágenes y mi música.

Me siento plena como estoy. Los demás son una agradable añadidura, y los que no están es porque es mejor que sea así.