The only place that I want to be is right back home

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You Make It Real

There's so much craziness surrounding me,
there's so much going on it gets hard to breath.
When all my faith has gone, you bring it back to me.
You make it real for me.

Well, I'm not sure of my priorities,
I've lost sight of where I'm meant to be
and like holy water washing over me.
You make it real for me.

And I am running to you baby,
you are the only one who saves me.
That's why I've been missing you lately,
'cause you make it real for me.

When my head is strong, but my heart is weak,
I'm full of arrogance and uncertainty.
When I can't find the words, you teach my heart to speak.
You make it real for me.

And I am running to you baby,
you are the only one who saves me.
That's why I've been missing you lately,
'cause you make it real for me.

Everybody's talking in words I don't understand.
You got to be the only one, who knows just who I am
and you're shining in the distance,
I hope I can make it through,
'cause the only place that I want to be is right back home with you.

I guess there's so much more I have to learn,
but if you're here with me, I know which way to turn.
You always give me somewhere, somewhere I can learn.
You make it real for me.

And I am running to you baby,
you are the only one who saves me.
That's why I've been missing you lately,
'cause you make it real for me.
Yes, you do, you make it real for me.

Everytime it rains... I get wet

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Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

Someone told me long ago:
There's a calm before the storm,
I know,
It's been comin' for some time.
When it's over, so they say:
It'll rain a sunny day,
I know,
shinin' down like water.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before,
sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know,
been that way for all my time.
'Til forever, on it goes,
through the circle, fast and slow,
I know,
It can't stop, I wonder.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
comin' down on a sunny day?

Yeah!

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
comin' down on a sunny day?

I think we make a good team

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Let It Be Me

There comes a time,
a time in everyone's life,
when nothing seems to go their way,
when nothing seems to turn out right.
There may come a time,
you just can't seem to find your place.
For every door you open,
seems like you get two slammed in your face.

That's when you need someone,
someone that you can call,
when all your faith is gone.
It feels like you can't go on,
let it be me,
let it be me.
If it's a friend you need,
let it be me,
let it be me.

Feels like you always coming up last,
pockets full of nothing,
ain't got no cash.
Don't matter where you turn,
you ain't got no place to stand,
you reach out for something and they slap your hand.

I remember all too well,
just how it feels to be all alone,
you feel like you'd give anything,
for just a little place you can call your own.

That's when you need someone,
someone that you can call,
when all your faith is gone.
It feels like you can't go on,
let it be me,
let it be me.
If it's a friend you need,
let it be me,
let it be me,
let it be me,
let it be me.
If it's a friend you need,
let it be me,
let it be me,
let it be me.

Won't you sing with me?

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Sweetie

Lazy dreamers on a winter's night
making plans of the spring.
Paint a picture while I put away my clothes.

Crooked couple standing side by side,
Is that you? Is that me?
Life in circles, and we dream up someplace to go.

We'll sleep on rooftops,
we'll ride on bicycles,
baby, we'll get married.
Don't you want to, sweetie?

So much talent you're not fit for this world
as an actress, there's no screen.
A couple movies, now you're stuck in this Broadway show.

Sink full of dishes and a dirty face.
Where's the passion? Talk is cheap.
Life in circles, then we turn the lights down low.

We'll sleep on rooftops,
we'll ride on bicycles,
baby, we'll get married.
Don't you want to, sweetie?

We hear some music
coming from the street down below
and the melody carries.
Oh, you sing with me, sweetie.

Girl, you sing with me:
La-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la.

La-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la,
la.

La-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la.

La-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la,
la.

And if I can love you
just like you deserve to be.
Tell me, what's your feeling?
Don't you want to, sweetie?

Hear pretty, pretty music
coming from the street down below
and the melody carries.
Won't you sing with me, sweetie?

We'll walk down boardwalks,
we'll ride on bicycles,
baby, we'll get married.
Don't you want to, sweetie?
Don't you want to, sweetie?

Don't you want to, sweetie?

Wonder in everything

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New Horizons


Weight on my shoulders,
but I’m walking so tall
out into the new horizon.
Wonder in everything,
no matter how great or small.
Howlin' like the midnight,
howlin' like the midnight sun
and this ain't no pale reflection.
This is the real thing,
new horizon,
new horizon within.

And your heart ain't yours to control,
no matter how tight the reigns,
love will find it's own direction.
A time to reap, a time to sow
and many a time to cry in vain,
but now the time to celebrate,
the glory of this imperfection.
Same thing that's scrawled across the stars
is written under our skin,
new horizon,
new horizon within.

Things come too easy, I get suspicious.
Things come too slow, I get bored.
If it don't work out I get superstitious,
but if it does, oh my word.

So I’m gathering all the remnants of beauty,
from this wilderness in spin
and now I’m gonna light my own flame,
'cause I’m charged with the radiance of the dawn,
that's been so long breaking.
Now there ain't nowhere,
there ain't nowhere I won't write your name.
There's a time to search for understanding,
sometime you just gotta sing,
new horizon,
new horizon within.

Baby there's no need to get precious,
when you know that everything must change.
Complacency, it can be so vicious,
turn this love into a cage.

Same thing that's scrawled across the stars
is written under our skin,
new horizon,
new horizon within.

Je paint sur ton visage le croquis d'un sourire

SO CLOSE, NO MATTER HOW FAR.

Although you stand on my feet...

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I'd Rather Dance With You

I'd rather dance with you than talk with you,
so why don't we just move into the other room?
There's space for us to shake,
and 'hey, I like this tune'.

Even if I could hear what you said,
I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear,
because I haven't read a single book all year,
and the only film I saw
I didn't like it at all.

I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.

The music's too loud
and the noise from the crowd
increases the chance of misinterpretation.
So let your hips do the talking.
I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings,
and you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing.

Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.
Getting into the swing.

I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.

I'd rather dance than talk with you.
I'd rather dance than talk with you.

I left my soul there

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The Sea

Flocking to the sea
crowds of people wait for me.
Sea gulls scavenge
steal ice cream.
Worries vanish
within my dream.

I left my soul there,
down by the sea.
I lost control here,
living free.

I left my soul there,
down by the sea.
I lost control here,
living free.

Fishing boats sail past the shore,
no singing may-day any more.
The sun is shining,
the water's clear,
just you and I walk along the pier.

I left my soul there,
down by the sea.
I lost control here,
living free.

I left my soul there,
down by the sea.
I lost control here,
living free.

A cool breeze flows but mind the wasp,
some get stung it's worth the cost.
I'd love to stay.
The city calls me home,
more hassles fuss and lies on the phone.

I left my soul there,
down by the sea.
I lost control here,
living free.

I left my soul there,
down by the sea.
I lost control here,
living free.

I left my soul there,
down by the sea.
I lost control here,
living free.

I left my soul there,
I lost control with you,
and living, living,
and I, living, by the sea.

Y si...

Las grandes obras cinematográficas son aquellas que en vez de darnos respuestas nos invitan a hacernos preguntas. Magistral homenaje al fantástico director sueco, Ingmar Bergman.

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Título: Otra Mujer (1988).

Director: Woody Allen.

Guión: Woody Allen.

Reparto: Gena Rowlands, Gene Hackman, Mia Farrow e Ian Holm.
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"I wondered if a memory is something you have or something you've lost".

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RECOMIENDO: Coge el Dinero y Corre, Todo lo que Usted Siempre Quiso Saber Sobre el Sexo, Un Final Made in Hollywood, Misterioso Asesinato en Manhattan, Desmontando a Harry, El Dormilón, Annie Hall, Manhattan y Match Point.

We see things they'll never see

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Live Forever

Maybe I don't really wanna know
how your garden grows cos I just wanna fly.
Lately did you ever feel the pain
in the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone?

Maybe I just wanna fly,
wanna live, I don't wanna die.
Maybe I just wanna breathe,
maybe I just don't believe.
Maybe you're the same as me,
we see things they'll never see.
You and I are gonna live forever.

I said maybe I don't really wanna know
how your garden grows cos I just wanna fly.
Lately did you ever feel the pain
in the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone?

Maybe I will never be
all the things that I wanna be,
but now is not the time to cry.
Now's the time to find out why.
I think you're the same as me,
we see things they'll never see.
You and I are gonna live forever.

Maybe I don't really wanna know
how your garden grows cos I just wanna fly.
Lately did you ever feel the pain
in the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone?

Maybe I just wanna fly,
wanna live, I don't wanna die.
Maybe I just wanna breathe,
maybe I just don't believe.
Maybe you're the same as me,
we see things they'll never see.
You and I are gonna live forever.

Gonna live forever.
Gonna live forever.
Gonna live forever.
Gonna live forever.
Gonna live forever.
Gonna live forever.

¡Cuántas veces nos hizo soñar!

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Nombre: Miguel Indurain Larraya.

Apodo: Miguelón, El Extraterrestre.

Lugar de nacimiento: Villava, Navarra (1964).

Profesional: Entre 1985 y 1996.

Grandes victorias:

• Tour de la CEE (1986).
• Volta a Catalunya (1988, 1991 y 1992).
• Critérium Internacional (1989).
• París-Niza (1989 y 1990).
• Clásica de San Sebastián (1990 y 1991).
• Tour de Vaucluse (1991).
• Tour de Francia (1991, 1992, 1993, 1994 y 1995) y 12 victorias de etapa.
• Giro de Italia (1992 y 1993) y 2 victorias de etapa.
• Campeonato de España en Ruta (1992).
• Ranking UCI (1992 y 1993).
• Récord del mundo de la hora [53,040 Km] (1994).
• Midi Libre (1995).
• Campeonato del Mundo de Contrarreloj (1995).
• Critérium du Dauphiné Libéré (1995 y 1996).
• Campeonato Olímpico de Contrarreloj (1996).
  
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RECOMIENDO: Retratos Legendarios del Ciclismo.

Wake up and dream once more

Canción que me ha acompañado antes de cada uno de los exámenes de este cuarto y último curso. Definitivamente... sin música la vida sería un tremendo error.

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The Man Who Sold the World

We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when.
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend.
Which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes.
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago.

Oh no, not me,
we never lost control.
You're face to face,
with the man who sold the world.

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home.
I searched for a foreign land, for years and years I roamed.
I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills.
I must have died alone, a long long time ago.

Who knows? Not me,
I never lost control.
You're face to face,
with the man who sold the world.

Who knows? Not me,
we never lost control.
You're face to face,
with the man who sold the world.

A great song means different things to different people

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Patrick Watson & The Cinematic Orchestra

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To Built a Home

There is a house built out of stone,
wooden floors, walls and window sills,
tables and chairs worn by all of the dust.
This is a place where I don't feel alone,
this is a place where I feel at home.

Cause, I built a home,
for you...
for me...

Until it disappeared,
from me...
from you...

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds,
there is a tree as old as me.
Branches were sewn by the color of green,
ground had arose and passed it's knees.

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top,
I climbed the tree to see the world.
When the gusts came around to blow me down,
I held on as tightly as you held onto me,
I held on as tightly as you held onto me.

Cause, I built a home,
for you...
for me...

Until it disappeared,
from me...
from you...

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Las murallas de Jericó se tambalean

Porque a veces, compartir con alguien los viejos asientos de un autobús, puede convertirse... en una experiencia inolvidable.

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Título: Sucedió una Noche (1934).

Director: Frank Capra.

Guión: Robert Riskin (Basado en la historia de Samuel Hopkins Adams).

Música: Louis Silvers.

Reparto: Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert, Walter Connolly, Roscoe Karns y Jameson Thomas.

Ganadora del premio Óscar a la mejor película, al mejor director, al mejor actor (Clark Gable), a la mejor actriz (Claudette Colbert), y al mejor guión adaptado.

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RECOMIENDO: ¡Qué Bello es Vivir!, Arsénico por Compasión y Vive Como Quieras.

Freedom, my favourite destination

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Slowly turned into a scream

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Título: El Grito (1893).

Autor: Edvard Munch.

Expuesto en: Galería Nacional de Oslo, Noruega.

La chanson française

Cantautor relevante de la trova anarquista. Nunca se consideró poeta, pero ganó el premio nacional de poesía y actualmente es considerado uno de los mejores poetas franceses de la época de posguerra. Me resulta fascinante su capacidad para escribir canciones con una letra a simple vista sencilla, pero que esconden, como sólo él era capaz de hacer, un contenido político, una fuerte crítica social y su ironía inconfundible.

La Mauvaise Reputation

Au village, sans prétention,
j'ai mauvaise réputation.
Qu'je m'démène ou qu'je reste coi
je pass' pour un je-ne-sais-quoi!
Je ne fait pourtant de tort à personne
en suivant mon chemin de petit bonhomme.
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
l'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
l'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
tout le monde médit de moi,
sauf les muets, ça va de soi.

Le jour du Quatorze Juillet
je reste dans mon lit douillet.
La musique qui marche au pas,
cela ne me regarde pas.
Je ne fais pourtant de tort à personne,
en n'écoutant pas le clairon qui sonne.
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
l'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
l'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
tout le monde me montre du doigt
sauf les manchots, ça va de soi.

Quand j'croise un voleur malchanceux,
poursuivi par un cul-terreux;
j'lance la patte et pourquoi le taire,
le cul-terreux s'retrouv' par terre
je ne fait pourtant de tort à personne,
en laissant courir les voleurs de pommes.
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
l'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
l'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
tout le monde se rue sur moi,
sauf les culs-de-jatte, ça va de soi.

Pas besoin d'être Jérémie,
pour d'viner l'sort qui m'est promis,
s'ils trouv'nt une corde à leur goût,
ils me la passeront au cou,
je ne fait pourtant de tort à personne,
en suivant les ch'mins qui n'mènent pas à Rome.
Mais les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
l'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
non les brav's gens n'aiment pas que
l'on suive une autre route qu'eux,
tout l'mond' viendra me voir pendu,
sauf les aveugles, bien entendu.


RECOMIENDO: Les Copains d'Abord, Chanson pour l'Auvergnat, Mourrir pour des Idées y Les Passantes.

Todos tenemos cicatrices

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Título: Sin Perdón (1992).

Director: Clint Eastwood.

Guión: David Webb Peoples.

Música: Lennie Niehaus.

Reparto: Clint Eastwood, Gene Hackman, Morgan Freeman, Richard Harris, James Woolvett y Saul Rubinek.

Ganadora del permio Óscar a la mejor película, a la mejor dirección, al mejor actor de reparto (Gene Hackman), y al mejor montaje.

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"It's a hell of a thing, killin' a man. Take away all he's got... and all he's ever gonna have...".

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RECOMIENDO: Los Puentes de Madison, Mystic River, Million Dollar Baby y Gran Torino.

El fantasma del grunge

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Mark Lanegan & Soulsavers
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Revival

Said gonna be a revival tonight
I wanna see a revival.
Gonna be a revival tonight
Lord, let there be a revival.

Forgive what I have done
it means my soul's survival.
I need you so, it's sin
put and end to my suffering.

Why am I so blind with my eyes wide open?
Trying to get my hands clean in dirty water.

I wanna see a revival tonight
Lord, let there be a revival.
I need to see a revival tonight
wanna see a revival.

Why am I so blind with my eyes wide open?
Now I need someone.
Let this dark night be done.

I need you so, it's sin
put an end to my suffering.
I wanna see a revival tonight
Lord, there needs to be a revival.

Un final conmovedor

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Tienes que hacerlo-dijo-. Se acercó más a él y atrajo la cabeza hacia sí. Toma-dijo-. Así, su mano le sujetó la cabeza por detrás. Sus dedos se movieron con delicadeza entre el pelo del hombre. Ella levantó la vista y miró a través del granero, y sus labios se juntaron y dibujaron una sonrisa misteriosa.

Grandes parejas del cine

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Lograr emocionar al espectador, transmitirle cada una de las emociones que viven los personajes, hacerle sentir que forma parte de la historia... son sin duda, metas difíciles de conseguir. Es por ello que una buena compenetración entre director y compositor se convierte en requisito imprescindible. Sabían que era una tarea complicada, pero lo intentaron y acabaron convirtiéndose en las más grandes parejas del cine.

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Nino Rota y Federico Fellini------------------------Georges Delerue y François Truffaut

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Bernard Herrman y Alfred Hitchcock-----------------------Ennio Morricone y Sergio Leone

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Henry Mancini y Blake Edwards -------------------------John Williams y Steven Spielberg

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ELLOS LO LOGRARON EL DÍA QUE DECIDIERON AUNAR, SUS MARAVILLOSAS CUALIDADES.