Al cielo

De suaves lineas transparentes,
que envuelven como hilos lo que vemos,
lucen azules, hermosos y estridentes,
cubierto de esponjosas nubes y de los sueños que tenemos.

Despierta en tonos rojos y azules,
duerme en melancolía y en bohemios encuentros,
los defectos del mundo con tus rayos pules,
regalas a todos los hombres inolvidables momentos.

Abrazas todos los climas con confianza,
el calor y el frío frente a tí desfilan y se van,
los ojos del mundo llenas de esperanza,
podrán irse los hombres pero tus lucen nunca lo harán.

No tienes precedentes ni final,
Solamente dibujas el espacio que nada puede llenar,
La mitad de la grandeza y la belleza universal.
Tu espejo complice en la tierra sólo puede ser el mar.

Yellow – Coldplay

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
‘Cos you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know?
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry

It’s true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do

Pardon me – Incubus

Mis amados lectores, hoy no hay imágenes porque me siento miserablemente triste, devastado y sólo puedo seguir descendiendo en esta espiral hacia el infierno. Disfruten esta canción…

A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
An ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I’ve had enough of the world and it’s people’s mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me….I’ll never be the same.

Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, «I can relate,» ‘cause lately I’ve been thinking of combustication
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D…
And thinking so much differently.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I’ve had enough of the world and it’s people’s mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me….I’ll never be the same