sonnenuntergängen...

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Oh... Chopin, Chopin...

Segùn he leìdo la imàgen que aparece en esta mazurka fuè hecha por el profesor Duda Gracz, quien hizo una pintura para cada una de estas piezas de Chopin. Me encantaron los colores. Son 58 mazurcas y dos sin acabar.

Mefistófeles

¿Cómo hubieras tú, pobre hijo de la tierra, vivido sin mí?
Del ensimismamiento de la imaginación, no obstante, ya te he curado por mucho tiempo; y si no fuera por mí, ya te hubieras ido a pasear lejos de este globo terráqueo. ¿Qué sacas tú con estarte consumiendo ahí agazapado como un mochuelo en las cavernas o hendeduras de los peñascos? ¿Para qué chupar, como un sapo, tu alimento del húmedo musgo y de las rezumantes rocas? ¡Vaya un bonito y dulce pasatiempo! Tienes aún el doctor metido en el cuerpo.



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So, so misread gorgeous

Misread- Kings of Convenience

If you wanna be my friend
You want us to get along
Please do not expect me to
Wrap it up and keep it there
The observation I am doing could
Easily be understood
As cynical demeanour
But one of us misread...
And what do you know
It happened again

A friend is not a means
You utilize to get somewhere
Somehow I didn't notice
friendship is an end
What do you know
It happened again

How come no-one told me
All throughout history
The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference
I guess it's up to me now
Should I take that risk or just smile?

What do you know
It happened again
What do you know

Corazón pera

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Jeg elsker dig

Una canción para ti malaikti





Far far, there's this little girl
she was praying for something to happen to her
everyday she writes words and more words
just to speak out the thoughts that keep floating inside
and she's strong when the dreams come cos' they
take her, cover her, they are all over
the reality looks far now, but don't go

How can you stay outside?
there's a beautiful mess inside
how can you stay outside?
there's a beautiful mess inside
oh oh oh oh

Far far, there's this little girl
she was praying for something good to happen to her
from time to time there're colors and shapes
dazeling her eyes, tickeling her hands
they invent her a new world with
oil skies and aquarel rivers
but don't you run away already
please don't go oh oh

How can you stay outside?
there's a beautiful mess inside
how an you stay outside?
there's a beautiful mess inside

Take a deep breath and dive
there's a beautiful mess inside
how can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess
beautiful mess inside

Oh beautiful, beautiful

Far far there's this little girl
she was praying for something big to happen to her
every night she ears beautiful strange music
it's everywhere there's nowhere to hide
but if it fades she begs
"oh lord don't take it from me, don't take it yourselves"

I guess i'll have to give it birth
to give it birth
i guess, i guess, i guess i have to give it birth
i guess i have to, have to give it birth
there's a beautiful mess inside and it's everywhere

So shake it yourself now deep inside
deeper than you ever dared
deeper than you ever dared
there's a beautiful mess inside
beautiful mess inside

Lullabie

Este tipo de melodìas tienen un ritmo suave y relajante para arrullar a un bebè y ayudarlo a dormir. Claro que cada cultura tiene su propia forma de decir las cosas y estas canciones van cambiando conforme al àmbito cultural y tendencias folclòricas de cada lugar.

(siempre he tenido una pequeña obsesiòn con este tipo de canciones).

Barquito

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Inspiración

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Goran Bregovic

Delicious Solitude

When we have run, we have run
When we have run our passion's heat.
When we have run, we have run
Love hither makes his best retreat.
Your sacred plants, if here below,
Only among the plants
the plants will grow.

All but rude, delicious solitude.

When we have run, we have run
The quiet fair, have found thee here.
When we have run, we have run
and Innocence, thy sister dear.
No white nor red was ever seen,
amorous as this green
was ever seen.

All but rude, delicious solitude.
All but rude, delicious solitude.
All but rude, delicious solitude.

Tengo, tengo, tengo que cerrar esta puerta, que no ate más de mi de lo que ya quedó

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Duele, vendado, abandonado ¡Cómo duele!

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