Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
El Mundo...
Un hombre del pueblo de Neguá, en la costa de Colombia, pudo subir al cielo. A la vuelta, contó. Dijo que había contemplado, desde allá arriba, la vida humana. Y dijo que somos un mar de fueguitos.
- El mundo es eso - reveló-. un montón de gente, un mar de fueguitos. Cada persona brilla con la luz propia entre todas las demás. No hay dos fuegos iguales. Hay gente de fuegos grandes y fuegos chicos y fuegos de todos los colores. Hay gente de fuego sereno, que ni se entera del viento, y gente de fuego loco, que llena el aire de chispas; algunos fuegos, fuegos bobos, no alumbran ni queman, pero otros arden la vida con tantas ganas que no se puede mirarlos sin parpadear, y quien se acerca se enciende.
- El mundo es eso - reveló-. un montón de gente, un mar de fueguitos. Cada persona brilla con la luz propia entre todas las demás. No hay dos fuegos iguales. Hay gente de fuegos grandes y fuegos chicos y fuegos de todos los colores. Hay gente de fuego sereno, que ni se entera del viento, y gente de fuego loco, que llena el aire de chispas; algunos fuegos, fuegos bobos, no alumbran ni queman, pero otros arden la vida con tantas ganas que no se puede mirarlos sin parpadear, y quien se acerca se enciende.
Eduardo Galeano, El Libro de los Abrazos.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Dream
Honey, you can't disapoint me
Because whatever you are
Is exactly what I want
Because whatever you are
Is exactly what I want
fragment from the movie "Mozart and The Whale"
Friday, December 09, 2005
Some People's Attitude..
What you are shouts so loud
That I cannot hear what you say
That I cannot hear what you say
Author Unknown (by me)
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Fernando Pessoa
A flor que és, não a que dás, eu quero.
Por que me negas o que te não peço.
Tempo há para negares
Depois de teres dado.
Flor, sê-me flor! Se te colher avaro
A mão da infausta esfinge, tu perene
Sombra errarás absurda,
Buscando o que não deste.
Por que me negas o que te não peço.
Tempo há para negares
Depois de teres dado.
Flor, sê-me flor! Se te colher avaro
A mão da infausta esfinge, tu perene
Sombra errarás absurda,
Buscando o que não deste.
Fernando Pessoa
Portuguese Poet
Portuguese Poet
Thursday, December 01, 2005
I Get Along Without You Very Well
I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves, then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course, I do
But I get along without you very well
I've forgotten you just like I should
Of course I have
Except to hear your name
Or someone's laugh that is the same
But I've forgotten you just like I should
What a guy, what a fool am I
To think my breaking heart could kid the moon
What's in store? Should I phone once more?
No, it's best that I stick to my tune
I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two
Of course I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves, then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course, I do
But I get along without you very well
I've forgotten you just like I should
Of course I have
Except to hear your name
Or someone's laugh that is the same
But I've forgotten you just like I should
What a guy, what a fool am I
To think my breaking heart could kid the moon
What's in store? Should I phone once more?
No, it's best that I stick to my tune
I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two
by Hoagy Carmichael
suggested version: Chet Baker's
suggested version: Chet Baker's