viernes, 15 de mayo de 2009
in love pattern
El patron del enamoramiento........
desayunar chocolate....
comer caramelo..........
cenar miel..............
soñar despierto.......
despertar..... con un mal sabor de boca.
¿Que es?
una mala broma de la evolucion... la forma en que asegura nuestra naturaleza, su propia perpetracion....
¿Que pues?
somos victimas voluntarias de un mero mecanismo de sobrevivencia.........
y respiramos, y sufrimos y hacemos guerras y construimos imperios y escribimos canciones y hacemos novelas epicas y todo eso solo..... es solo la envoltura de un dulce pequeño que se evapora en la boca apenas lo toca................
No lo se.... lo dira la ciencia, pero aun yo me atrevo a opinar, en base a mi propia y limitada vision del mundo....
que el alma no se enamora........... se reconoce........
que el alma sabe y no dice............ inspira................
que el alma esta completa y a la vez........ se percata de su misma esencia en alguien mas.
Y entonces ... la lira suena
Oh soledad eres mi compañia, de noche mas que de dia.......
Oh soledad aleja tu sombra, porque tiñes de triste mi vida
Y si es asi no respira, no piensa, no se alimenta, al menos que la vea.......
que me vea.......... que la encuentre... que me encuentre...........
que sea en su mirada como el que se miro por primera vez....
Y si el enredo lo hace el alma.......... si la lucha la compromete ella....... que se ella la que la gane o pierda, pero que no acuse a la pobre naturaleza de ser tan simple, como comer y dormir o seguir perpetuandose........ porque no se es tan complicado si es tan solo basico.
desayunar chocolate....
comer caramelo..........
cenar miel..............
soñar despierto.......
despertar..... con un mal sabor de boca.
¿Que es?
una mala broma de la evolucion... la forma en que asegura nuestra naturaleza, su propia perpetracion....
¿Que pues?
somos victimas voluntarias de un mero mecanismo de sobrevivencia.........
y respiramos, y sufrimos y hacemos guerras y construimos imperios y escribimos canciones y hacemos novelas epicas y todo eso solo..... es solo la envoltura de un dulce pequeño que se evapora en la boca apenas lo toca................
No lo se.... lo dira la ciencia, pero aun yo me atrevo a opinar, en base a mi propia y limitada vision del mundo....
que el alma no se enamora........... se reconoce........
que el alma sabe y no dice............ inspira................
que el alma esta completa y a la vez........ se percata de su misma esencia en alguien mas.
Y entonces ... la lira suena
Oh soledad eres mi compañia, de noche mas que de dia.......
Oh soledad aleja tu sombra, porque tiñes de triste mi vida
Y si es asi no respira, no piensa, no se alimenta, al menos que la vea.......
que me vea.......... que la encuentre... que me encuentre...........
que sea en su mirada como el que se miro por primera vez....
Y si el enredo lo hace el alma.......... si la lucha la compromete ella....... que se ella la que la gane o pierda, pero que no acuse a la pobre naturaleza de ser tan simple, como comer y dormir o seguir perpetuandose........ porque no se es tan complicado si es tan solo basico.
Love is so rare
Aselin Debison
Like a tiny seed firmly in the soil
Nurtured with a love I think so rare
Given room to breathe, given time to see
It's now so clear to me
You were there, you were there
When I was just a flower afraid out in the forest
Hiding from the shadows all alone
I knew you'd be along, my faith in you was strong
Like our favourite song
To lead me home, you led me home
And with each changing season
I grow a little stronger
Rising up to touch the open sky
And if I gave you a reason
not to hold me any longer
You gave me a thousand reasons why
You are my steady oak standing tall and strong
Protecting me with everything you have
And I know deep inside
I would not have survived
Without you by my side
Oh and I .... I love you dad
domingo, 10 de mayo de 2009
UNDER THE SKY WE CAME HERE
David Broza - Mitachat Lashamayim
Banu lechan
mitachat lashamayim
shnayim - k'mo zug einayim
Yesh lanu zman
mitachat hashamayim
beinataim - anu od kan
We came here
from under the sky
two - like a pair of eyes
We have time
under the sky
In the meantime - we're still here.
At va'ani (x3)
vehamitah harechava
latet ahava
vehamitah harechava
latet ahava
You and me (x3)
the bed is wide,
there's lots of room for love.
Lailah va'yom (x3)
vehachiyuch mitnatzel
she'hu mitatzel.
vehachiyuch mitnatzel
she'hu mitatzel.
Night and day (x3)
and the smile apologizes
for his laziness.
Banu lechan...
We came here...
Shneinu echad (x3)
echad shalem ve'agol
shalem ve'gadol
echad shalem ve'agol
shalem ve'gadol
We are one (x3)
one complete unit together
perfect and great.
Boi niten (x3)
ani eten lach latet
latet li latet lach
ani eten lach latet
latet li latet lach
Come let's give (x3)
I will let you give.
Let me give to you/let you.
Banu lechan...
We came here...
Velamrot hapa'ar
velamrot hake'ev
velamrot hatza'ar
ani ohev
ve'ohev (x2)...
velamrot hake'ev
velamrot hatza'ar
ani ohev
ve'ohev (x2)...
Despite the gap
despite the pain
despite the regret
I love
and love and love....
from:
DAVID BROZA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=490J40CI3-4martes, 7 de abril de 2009
100 years ( five for fighting)
I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you're on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you're on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
jueves, 2 de abril de 2009
lunes, 9 de marzo de 2009
The sound of white by Missy Higgins
Like a freeze-dried rose, you will never be,
what you were, what you were to me in memory.
But if I listen to the dark,
you'll embrace me like a star,
envelop me, envelop me...
If things get real for me down here,
promise to take me to before you went away -
if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here,
promise to take me back to the tune
we played before you went away.
And if I listen to, the sound of white,
sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white ..
You're my mystery. One mystery. My mystery. One mystery.
My silence solidifies,
until that hollow void erases you,
erases you so I can't feel at all.
But if I never feel again, at least that nothingness
will end the painful dream, of you and me...
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me to
before you went away, if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me back to
the tune we played before you went away.
And if I listen to, the sound of white
sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white
sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
And if I listen to, the sound of white.
I knelt before some strangers face,
I'd never have the courage or belief to trust this place,
But I dropped my head, 'cos it felt like lead,
And I'm sure I felt your fingers through my hair...
And if I listen to, the sound of white sometimes
I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white.
The sound of white,
The sound of white,
The sound of white.
what you were, what you were to me in memory.
But if I listen to the dark,
you'll embrace me like a star,
envelop me, envelop me...
If things get real for me down here,
promise to take me to before you went away -
if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here,
promise to take me back to the tune
we played before you went away.
And if I listen to, the sound of white,
sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white ..
You're my mystery. One mystery. My mystery. One mystery.
My silence solidifies,
until that hollow void erases you,
erases you so I can't feel at all.
But if I never feel again, at least that nothingness
will end the painful dream, of you and me...
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me to
before you went away, if only for a day.
If things get real for me down here, promise to take me back to
the tune we played before you went away.
And if I listen to, the sound of white
sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white
sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
And if I listen to, the sound of white.
I knelt before some strangers face,
I'd never have the courage or belief to trust this place,
But I dropped my head, 'cos it felt like lead,
And I'm sure I felt your fingers through my hair...
And if I listen to, the sound of white sometimes
I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white.
The sound of white,
The sound of white,
The sound of white.
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