domingo, 3 de octubre de 2010

Lo mejorcito de nosotros mismos



la tristeza almacena los desastres del alma
o sea lo mejorcito de nosotros mismos
digamos esperanzas sacrificios amores
Mario Benedetti


CAN'T FIND MY WAY HOME
Steve Winwood

Come down off your throne and leave your body alone
Somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting so long
Somebody holds the key

But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time, oh no
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

Come down on your own and leave your body at home
Somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting all these years
Somebody holds the key

But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time, oh no
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time, oh no
Oh no, and I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

But I can't find my way home
Still I can't find my way home

And I ain't done nothing wrong
Still I can't find my way home
And I ain't done nothing wrong
Still I can't find my way home
No I can't find my way home
No I can't find my way home



3 comentarios:

Sean dijo...

Repelucos, Sir. Gracias por los repelucos.

O'no? dijo...

Volver debe el alma
tal pájaro en otoño,
y aquel dolor pasado
visitar, y aquel gozo.

Sir John More dijo...

Para servirle, señor mío... Y Cernuda, ay Cernuda, una de mis muchas deudas con la poesía... Abrazos.