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domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011

Con la Primavera


Con la primavera
Viene la canción,
La tristeza dulce
Y el galante amor.

Con la primavera
Viene una ansiedad
De pájaro preso
Que quiere volar.

No hay cetro más noble
Que el de padecer:
Sólo un rey existe:
El muerto es el rey.

José Martí

domingo, 23 de octubre de 2011

Lily Of The Valley


I am forever searching high and low
But why does everybody tell me no
Neptune of the seas have you an answer for me please
The lily of the valley doesn't know

I lie in wait with open eyes
I carry on through stormy skies
I follow every course
My kingdom for a horse
But each time I grow old
Serpent of the Nile
Relieve me for a while
And cast me from your spell - let me go

Messenger from seven seas has flown
To tell the king of Rhye he's lost his throne
Wars will never cease
Is there time enough for peace
But the lily of the valley doesn't grow.


Queen

domingo, 9 de octubre de 2011

Bestiario

Como esta mañana se podía ir al jardín de los tréboles, anduvieron sacando muestras y a la noche tenían el piso de sus dormitorios lleno de hojas y flores sobre papeles, casi no quedaba donde pisar. Antes de dormirse, Isabel apuntó : "Hoja número 74 : verde, forma de corazón, con pintitas marrones". La fastidiaba un poco que casi todas las hojas fueran verdes, casi todas lisas, casi todas lanceoladas.

Julio Cortázar

domingo, 2 de octubre de 2011

Love is a Rose

Love is a rose
but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine.
A handful of thorns and
you'll know you've missed it
You lose your love
when you say the word "mine".

I wanna see what's never been seen,
I wanna live that age old dream.
Come on, lads, we can go together
Let's take the best right now,
Take the best right now.

I wanna go to an old hoe-down
Long ago in a western town.
Pick me up cause my feet are draggin'
Give me a lift and I'll hay your wagon.

Love is a rose
but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine.
A handful of thorns and
you'll know you've missed it
You lose your love
when you say the word "mine".
Mine, mine.

Love is a rose, love is a rose.
Love is a rose, love is a rose.

Neil Young