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jueves, enero 04, 2007

La luna llena de canciones



Me invade una nostalgia largamente olvidada

de aquel apacible reino del espíritu;

y flota entonces con imprecisas notas

mi canción susurrante, como arpa eolia;

un escalofrío me sacude; la lágrima va en pos de las lágrimas,

el severo corazón se siente dulce y blando...,

veo lejano aquello que poseo,

y lo perdido se me hace realidad.

(... de Fausto)

La Luna vista desde un balcón (en Madrid) el 2 de enero del 2007 . Primera foto del año.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

And... I Was A Boy From School...


And i was a boy from school
helplessly helping all the rules
and there was a boy at school
hopelessly wrestling all his fools
and there was a girl at school
blaming all the words she stole from home
nothing would keep her a child
long hours don't ..???..? though we try

we try but we don't have long
we try but we don't belong
we try but we didn't have long
we try but we didn't belong

now i meet you on the street
helplessly breaking rules we meet
life's unfound (?) and love's...??
say goodbye to nothing everything caused
now i need you on my street
hopelessly breaking rules we meet
love's unfound....and love's...???
say goodbye to everything, nothing caused

10:16 a. m.  
Blogger silhouette said...

tutu rutu
tutu rutu
ting ting ting ting
...
qué marchosilla caminas, se nota que es viernes, hummmmm, yo en cambio: "COLOURS"

Colours are what
keep me alive
colours are what
to hold in my head

colours are where my
my old meets new
colours are where my
my brain finds blue

colours and colours and colours of colours
colours and colours and colours of colours
colours and colours and colours of colours
colours and colours and colours of colours
colours and colours and colours of colours

bursts are where
i find a face
bursts are made
to colour me rich
bursts are blocks
stickle bricks
bursts of colour
until i'm sick

colours and colours and colours of colours
(i only wanted for to see)
colours and colours and colours of colours
(there's nothing in this heart but me)
colours and colours and colours of colours
(everything you want is not free)
colours and colours and colours of colours

colours and colours and colours of colours
(i'm everything a girl could need)
colours and colours and colours of colours
(there's nothing in this heart but me)
colours and colours and colours of colours
(if everything you want is free)

8:34 p. m.  

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