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lunes, junio 16, 2014

Miss you, Daddy



Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you see me?
Papa, can you find me in the night?

Papa, are you near me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you help me not be frightened?


Ayer, Día del Padre, hoy, siempre... 
Te extraño tanto, papá.

jueves, septiembre 01, 2011

lunes, abril 27, 2009

Mi regalo de cumpleaños: Piece of Sky, Barbra Streisand.

Ayer fue mi cumpleaños. En realidad no me gusta celebrarlo ni hacer alboroto por eso.
Pero... quiero compartir uno de mis regalos.
Recibí detalles maravillosos. Varias hadas lindísimas. Unas llamadas telefónicas que no cambiaría por nada del mundo. Cariño a raudales.
Mi regalo preferido llegó hoy de Buenos Aires. Lo acompañaba una nota: "la orquesta y la cantante estaban ocupadas ayer ;-). Espero que la disfrutes mirando hacia adelante."
Barbra Streisand, mi admiradísima Barbra Streisand, cantándome "A Piece of Sky".
Simplemente maravilloso. La voz, la letra de la canción...
"If you can fly - then soar!
With all there is - why settle for
Just a piece of sky? "
¿Afirmación? ¿Decreto?
It could be.
Pat, gracias. Mil gracias. Un abrazo enorme para ti, mi querida tocaya del Sur.

A PIECE OF SKY
Barbra Streisand
(De la película Yentl)
Tell me where
Where is it written
What is it I meant to be?
That I can't dare...
It all began the day I found..
That from my window
I could only see
A piece of sky.
I stepped outside and looked around.
I never dreamed it was so wide
Or even half as high.
The time had come
(Papa, can you hear me?)
To try my wings
(Papa, are you near me?)
And even thought it seemed at any moment I could fall,
I felt the most,
(Papa, can you see me?)
Amazing things,
(Can you understand me?)
The things you can't imagine if you've never flown at all.
Though it's safer to stay on the ground,
Sometimes where danger lies
There the sweetest of pleasures are found.
No matter where I go,
There'll be memories that tug at my sleeve,
But there will also be
More to question, yet more to believe..
Oh tell me where?
Where is the someone who will turn and look at me?
And want to share
My ev'ry sweet-imagined possibility?
The more I live - the more I learn.
The more I learn - the more I realize
The less I know.
Each step I take -
(Papa, I've a voice now!)
Each page I turn -
(Papa, I've a choice now!)
Each mile I travel only means
The more I have to go.
What's wrong with wanting more?
If you can fly - then soar!
With all there is - why settle for just a piece of sky?
Papa, I can hear you...
Papa, I can see you...
Papa, I can feel you...
Papa, watch me fly!

lunes, marzo 30, 2009

Coming in and out of your life, Barbra Streisand.

... 'cause I don't need to touch you to feel you, it's so real with you. I just can't get you out of my mind ...
Qué canción.
Qué voz.
Qué película.
Simply gold.


viernes, octubre 03, 2008

Memory




MEMORY
Artista: Barbra Streisand
Musical: Cats
Album: The Essential

Midnight

Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
And soon it will be morning

DaylightI must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me,
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun...

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Qué canción.
Y con esa voz...