abril 30, 2010

the.hardest.part.


;And the hardest part
was letting go not taking part,
was the hardest part.
;And the strangest thing
was waiting for that bell to ring,
It was the strangest start.
;I could feel it go down
It is sweet I could taste in my mounth
silver lining the clouds
Oh and I
I wish that I could work it out.
;And the hardest part
was letting go not taking part,
You really broke my heart.
;And I tried to sing
but I couldn't think ofe anything
that was the hardest part.
;I could feel it go down
It is sweet I could taste in my mounth
silver lining the clouds
Oh and I
Oh and I
I wonder what it's all about.
;I wonder what it's all about.
;Everything I know is wrong,
everything I do just comes undone,
and everything is torn apart.
;Oh and it's the hardest part,
that's the hardest part.
Yeah that's the hardest part,
that's the hardest part
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;Adiós.

abril 19, 2010

Me.peina.el.viento.los.cabellos.

;Me peina el viento los cabellos
como una mano maternal:
abre la puerta del recuerdo
y el pensamiento se me va.
;Son otras veces las que llevo,
es de otros labios mi cantar:
hasta mi gruta de recuerdos
tiene una extraña claridad.
;Frutos de tierras extranjeras,
olas azules de otro mar,
amores de otros hombres, penas
que no me atrevo a recordar.
;¡Y el viento me peina
como una mano maternal!
;Mi verdad se pierde en la noche:
¡No tengo noche, ni verdad!
;Tendido en medio del camino
deben pisarme para andar.
;Pasan por mis corazones
ebrio de vino y de soñar.
;Yo soy un puente inmóvil entre
tu corazón y la eternidad.
;Si me muriera de repente
no dejaría de cantar.
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Me peina el viento los cabellos - Pablo Neruda.