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Showing posts with label MY FAVORITE POEMS/SONGS. Show all posts
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Carta de Despedida Gabriel García Márquez -


Si por un momento Dios se olvidará de que soy una marioneta de trapo y me regalara un trozo de vida, posiblemente no diría todo lo que pienso, pero en definitiva pensaría todo lo que digo. Daría valor a las cosas, no por lo que valen, sino por lo que significan. Dormiría poco, soñaría más. Entiendo que por cada minuto que cerramos los ojos perdemos sesenta segundos de luz. Andaría cuando los demás se detienen, despertaría cuando los demás duermen, escucharía cuando los demás hablan y ¡cómo disfrutaría de un buen helado de chocolate!


Si Dios me obsequiara un trozo de vida, vestiría sencillo, me tiraría de bruces al sol, dejando descubierto, no solamente mi cuerpo sino mi alma. Dios mío, si yo tuviera un corazón, escribiría mi odio sobre el hielo y esperaría a que saliera el sol. Pintaría con un sueño de Van Gogh sobre las estrellas un poema de Benedetti, una canción de Serrat sería la serenata. Regaría con mis lágrimas las rosas, para sentir el dolor de sus espinas y el encarnado beso de sus pétalos...

Dios mío si yo tuviera un trozo de vida... no dejaría pasar un solo día sin decirle a la gente que quiero que la quiero. Convencería a cada hombre o mujer de que son mis favoritos y viviría enamorado del amor. A los hombres les probaría cuán equivocados están al pensar que dejan de enamorarse cuando envejecen, sin saber que envejecen cuando dejan de enamorarse. A un niño le daría alas, pero le dejaría que él solo aprendiese a volar. A los viejos les enseñaría que la muerte no llega con la vejez sino con el olvido.

Tantas cosas he aprendido de ustedes, los hombres... he aprendido que todo el mundo quiere vivir en la cima de la montaña, sin saber que la verdadera felicidad está en la forma de subir la escarpada. He aprendido que cuando un recién nacido aprieta con su pequeño puño, por vez primera, el dedo de su padre, lo tiene atrapado por siempre. He aprendido que un hombre sólo tiene derecho a mirar a otro hacia abajo cuando ha de ayudarle a levantarse. Son tantas las cosas que he podido aprender de ustedes, pero realmente de mucho no habrán de servir, porque cuando me guarden dentro de esa maleta, infelizmente me estaré muriendo.

Siempre di lo que sientes y haz lo que piensas. Si supiera que hoy es última vez que te voy a ver dormir, te abrazaría fuertemente y rezaría al Señor para poder ser el guardián de tu alma. Si supiera que esta fuera la última vez que te vea salir por la puerta, te daría un abrazo, un beso y te llamaría de nuevo para darte más. Si supiera que ésta fuera la última vez que voy a oír tu voz, grabaría cada una de tus palabras para poder oírlas una y otra vez indefinidamente. Si supiera que estos son los últimos momentos que te veo, diría TE QUIERO y no asumiría tontamente que ya lo sabes.

Siempre hay un mañana y la vida nos da otra oportunidad para hacer las cosas bien, pero por si me equivoco y hoy es todo lo que nos queda, me gustaría decirte cuanto te quiero, que nunca te olvidaré. El mañana no le está asegurado a nadie, joven o viejo. Hoy puede ser la última vez que veas a los que amas. Por eso no esperes más, hazlo hoy, ya que si el mañana nunca llega, seguramente lamentarás el día que no tomaste tiempo para una sonrisa, un abrazo, un beso y que estuviste muy ocupado para concederles un último deseo. Mantén a los que amas cerca de ti, diles al oído lo mucho que los necesites, quiérelos y trátalos bien, toma tiempo para decirles lo siento, perdóname, por favor, gracias y todas las palabras de amor que conoces.

Nadie te recordará por tus pensamientos secretos.
Pide al Señor la fuerza y sabiduría para expresarlos.
Demuestra a tus amigos cuánto te importan.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I have tried to find an english version but wasn't the same so I leave you with original.


I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues by Sir Elton John


Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

Music: Elton John and Davey Johnstone
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin
Album: Too Low For Zero

When Elton John is at his best, as on "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues," he makes as good a case as any contemporary songwriter -- including critical favorites like Elvis Costello -- for status as one of the late-20th century's classic pop music composers. A nostalgic song that finds John teaming back up with his longtime collaborator, Bernie Taupin, after a few years' break (on and off), "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues" is likely to stand the test of time as a standard.

John is a master of mood; the song is a warm, nostalgic, comforting, and highly emotional bit of melancholy. Reaching the heart-wrenching climax in the song's chorus multiple times -- "Wait on me girl/Cry in the night if it helps" -- the melody alone tugs at the heartstrings. Taupin is in top form here as well, with a lyric that takes its cue from Tin Pan Alley songs of the '40s and '50s, particularly World War II-era songs of separation like "Till Then": "Just stare into space/Picture my face in your hands/Live for each second without hesitation/And never forget I'm your man." Taupin shows an enormous amount of growth from his greener early-'70s days when his ambition often exceeded his ability, resulting in often fumbling, forced verbiage. With lines like, "And while I'm away/Dust out the demons inside/And it won't be long before you and me run/To the place in our hearts where we hide," the lyricist finds compelling and fresh means of expressing a universal emotion.

As with the lyric, the music has more than a tinge of nostalgia, with a '50s-like R&B shuffle, a jazzy piano theme, and an inspired, Toots Thielemans-like harmonica solo from Stevie Wonder. The soaring solo takes the song to new heights, the ache of the sentiment palpable in every note. (Song Review by Bill Janovitz)


DROPS OF JUPITER by TRAIN




Now that shes back in the atmosphere

With drops of jupiter in her hair,
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change,
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june,

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that shes back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation,
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that theres time to grow,

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way


AUSÊNCIA by Nuno Judice in "Pedro lembrando Inês"

Quero dizer-te uma coisa simples: a tua ausência dói-me.

Refiro-me a essa dor que não magoa,
que se limita à alma; mas que não deixa,
por isso, de deixar alguns sinais,
um peso nos olhos, no lugar da tua imagem,
e um vazio nas mãos, como se as tuas mãos
lhes tivessem roubado o tacto.

São estas as formas do amor, podia dizer-te;
e acrescentar que as coisas simples
também podem ser complicadas,

quando damos conta da diferença entre o sonho e a realidade.

Porém, é o sonho que me traz a tua memória;
e a realidade aproxima-me de ti,
agora que os dias correm mais depressa,
e as palavras ficam presas numa refracção de instantes,
quando a tua voz me chama de dentro de mim
e me faz responder-te uma coisa simples,
como dizer que a tua ausência me dói.
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