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fears more ... Versioning

I have fear in your absence

lost among the lights of remembrance

of your song does not reach my face

The immutable cold night my bones through my soul While

is flooded with silence

I have careful to watch the sunset again

are cleared from my eyes your figure

Disappearing, slow

Suspected astray in other verses

And embrace me only the shadows

Maybe other lights

Distrust night

That erased with its dark your kiss

dawn and taken to your scent


Mistrust of these days that blur your notes and melodies

just afraid of forgetting

remembered this text yesterday. It was written long ago, (I forgot) but yesterday came to my memory and I looked up to find it. There is always a reason to remember, in this case was heard a song ...

a while ago, three or four maybe months, I came across a English that left me somewhat excited about her singing. Chalk. She has several issues that are worth giving your ears, but probably the one I like is called "Coming oblivion." A chemical is a bit of the song guilty of my memory.

"And if comes oblivion

And laughs at my

'll know then

What would have done for you"

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I just looked beautiful, so maybe I made a rosary to put under the pillow ...

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This text comes from some thoughts after an intensive love listening to the album Eleven Ways to Wear a Hat M. Bosé. They wake up thoughts, feelings, desires, emotions in the heat of these lyrics and melodies laden with so many little stories.
Eleven songs that are part of the collective imagination of Latin music, the chapters of our lives, significant moments that were left behind present and future dreams. Once hats that somehow I have marked, that to hear them bring me questions, ads that shake, good news, tunes that cheer the soul.
In this compilation the English choose a Latin mix, French, Italian, English, Argentine, Mexican, Cuban ... that is wonderful ... favorite lyrics, not just for singing, because Bose also serves each of these postures hat. He captures the characters in the songs, they were stripped to their parents for a moment and sings.
Your version of those songs is the way on how these letters have been left to live in it, in ourselves, in my ... so is changing a few notes, rhythm, new sounds ... an emerging versioning. Fantasy Bosé
size without changing the soul of the lyrics and music, arguably even embellishes ... not to mention its simplicity. The eleven ways that Bose decided to put the hat give those songs a proper stamp, full of light and shadow ... and so, as the listener moves are activated the key of our own the curtains biographies ... little by little ... to bring out the wonderful.
Eleven ways to wear a hat they reflect lived eleven possible ways to love, past, present and future ... and, as is common practice in my stay always with a phrase, an idea of \u200b\u200bthe texts and songs, here are the eleven bits of these letters which I have been staying ... in these wonderful days.



Love After Love, Fito Paez
"Love then Love, perhaps, it looks like this ray of sunshine"

La Mer Charles Trenet

"La mer, les to Bercea him clairs long des golfs, et d'une chanson d'amour, la mer a Bercé mon coeur, pour la vie "

Causes and chance, Silvio Rodriguez

"When you finish this verse song I do not know, I do not know, my mother, if I expect peace or terror, whether now or if the still "

Muro, Carlos Varela
"Mojas bread, in the empty plate and turn off the TV, you go out and go to the wall, where there is always someone where the sea begins ... "



only think of you, R. Blanca García

"I start to paint you and I can not.

estudiarte After slowly

term thinking,

missing on my palette

intense colors

reflect your rare beauty "

Beauty, LE Aute

"vindicate the mirage, trying to be oneself,

that trip to nowhere, consisting certain

to find in your eyes, beauty ... "

a dress and a Love, Fito Paez

"... and when me lost in the city,

know you understand,

is just a little while, no more, should mourn,

or go out and kill, saw you, you I saw, I saw,

I was not looking to anyone and I saw "

Ne Me Quitte Pas, Jacques Brel
"I will not talk
I would hide there to watch you dance and smile,
and listen sing and laugh ...
let me become the shadow of your shadow,
the shadow of your hand, the shadow de ton chien,
mais ... ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas ... "

You Antonio Carlos e Jocafi abused

"Excuse me,

that both insist on this issue,

but not to the poem or song,

that do not talk about something else that is not love "

Alfonsina y el Mar, A. FC Ramirez Luna

"Alfonsina, you

with your loneliness,

new poems What are you seeking?"

Mentira Salome / Palmera, A. Lara and I. Pineiro
"There in your eyes of emerald green that flows from sea \u200b\u200b

and blood in your mouth faded which has the coral.

In the cadence of your voice divine love rhyme

and your dark circles are drunk palms of sun "

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rain ... rain

Alejandra Villegas, Mexico

As I like the rain come ... Feel it, hear it from afar, see it come so suddenly ... definitely suits me. Last night I arrived at my door and pulled me a smile. On Tuesday afternoon, nearly closing the day, also came, started hitting soft in my new large window. I was happy to imagine that, upon leaving home, these beautiful drops dampen the curls of hair. I thought I would ask sopaipillas small to arrive, imagine eating with blackberry jam. (And so did)

Rain surprised me on Sunday. On the open road, at dusk, we were buying avocados ..., terminate all soaked and avocados as well.

I love the rain. On Wednesday, while buttering my toast with avocado, I remembered the rain on Sunday and avocados wet crave it rained again, as a sign that this winter kind and loving me still had not left. I kept thinking how I would have liked a few drops as Cortazar that morning.

I like the rain. I like the sky after the rain comes. Their colors, their melody, their mode of touching the bodies, the childhood memories it brings. Those crazy desire to go jumping puddles of water in the street ...

rain inspires me, calls me, makes whatever I choose a good coffee. And that sound, when it falls, ... maybe that's what I like ... or perhaps a rainbow or the sun leaves in its wake, do not know ... and the smell of rain, that is left after rains in the streets. I like the rain and what comes after it, your ads ...

Maybe tomorrow rain and again rain boot me a smile.