Ciutat de Llum VII

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En su coraje, pero también, en su obstinación

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Los dos jóvenes miraron hacia atrás desde la primera colina que alcanzaron en su huida, y contemplaron los campos cubiertos de compañeros fugitivos y de dragones que les daban caza; y los salvajes gritos que proferían los perseguidores, mientras acababan cruelmente con las vidas de los presbiterianos que lograban capturar, se mezclaban con los lamentos y alaridos de sus víctimas, elevándose discordantes sobre la colina.

- Es imposible que rehagan sus fuerzas -exclamó Morton.

- Eso es más que evidente –replicó Cuddie-. ¡Dios! ¡Cómo brillan sus espadas! La guerra es algo terrible... Tendrían que engañarme para hacerme volver a ella. Pero, por el amor de Dios, señor, busquemos un lugar seguro.

Ciutat de Llum VI

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La Volta a Catalunya 2011

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Etapa 6: Tarragona - Mollet del Vallès

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Y si fuera poema...

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Oh! Quand je dors, viens auprès de ma couche,
comme à Pétrarque apparaissait Laura,
et qu'en passant ton haleine me touche...
Soudain ma bouche,
s'entr'ouvrira!.

Sur mon front morne où peut-être s'achève
un songe noir qui trop longtemps dura,
que ton regard comme un astre se lève...
Soudain mon rêve,
rayonnera!.

Puis sur ma lèvre où voltige une flamme,
eclair d'amour que Dieu même épura,
pose un baiser, et d'ange deviens femme...
Soudain mon âme,
s'éveillera!.
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----TU VOIS. ENCORE IL Y A... BEAUTÉ AU MONDE.

All those lonely, lonely moments

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Always On My Mind

Maybe I didn't love you, quite as often as I could have.
Maybe I didn't treat you, quite as good as I could have.
Little things I could have said and done, I just never took the time.

You were always on my mind.
You were always on my mind.

Maybe I didn't hold you, all those lonely, lonely times.
And I guess I never told you, I was so happy that you were mine.
If I make you feel second best, girl, I'm sorry I was blind.

You were always on my mind.
You were always on my mind.

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died.
Give me, give me one more chance to keep you, satisfied.

Little things I should have said and done, I just never took the time.

You were always on my mind.
You are always on my mind.

The song shows, I take the blows

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My Way
And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain.
My friend I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full,
I traveled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets I've had a few, but then again too few to mention.
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course,
each careful step along the byway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times I'm sure you knew,
when I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill, my share of losing.
And now as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that and may I say not in a shy way.
Oh no, oh no, not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?.
If not himself, then he has not.
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows, I took the blows.
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.

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QUIEN SABE VIVIR A SU MANERA ENCUENTRA SU PROPIO CAMINO.

SÓLO ASÍ, CUANDO CAIGA EL "ÚLTIMO TELÓN",

ESTARÁ SATISFECHO CON LA OBRA DE SU VIDA.

El cine es, realmente, magia

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Cinema Paradiso

Era uma vez um rasgo de magia.
Dança de sombra e de luz de sonho e fantasia,
num ritual que me seduz.
Cinema que me dás tanta alegria.

Deixa a música crescer nesta cadência.
Na tela do meu coração voltar a ser criança
e assim esquecer a solidão os olhos a brilhar
numa sala escura.

Voa a 24 imagens por segundo.
Meu comovido coração, aprendeu a voar neste Cinema Paraíso,
que eu trago no olhar e também no sorriso.

Cuando menos lo esperas...

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Ilargia

Ilargiak tranpa egiten du, uretan isladaturik,
beregana eramango gaituen bidea erakusten digunean, zeru garbiko gauetan.
Edertasunez estaltzen diren bideetan,
arrisku handia dago: Liluraturik haiengan pausatu eta
oharkabean ito egiten zara, izarrez beteriko zerupean.
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MON TORSE SE BOMBE DE FERTÉ.

¿Cantas?

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Missing You

Everytime I think of you, I always catch my breath.
And I'm still standing here, and you're miles away.
And I'm wonderin' why you left.
And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight.

I hear your name in certain circles and it always makes me smile.
I spend my time thinkin' about you and it's almost driving me wild.
And there's a heart that's breaking down this long distance line tonight.

I ain't missing you at all since you've been gone away.
I ain't missing you, no matter what I might say.

There's a message in the wire and I'm sending you this signal tonight.
You don't know how desperate I've become and it looks like I'm losing this fight.
In your world I have no meaning, though I'm trying hard to understand.
And it's my heart that's breaking down this long distance line tonight.

I ain't missing you at all since you've been gone away.
I ain't missing you, no matter what my friends say.

And there's a message that I'm sending out, like a telegraph to your soul.
And if I can't bridge this distance, stop this heartbreak overload.

I ain't missing you at all since you've been gone away.
I ain't missing you, no matter what my friends say.

I ain't missing you, I ain't missing you, I can lie to myself.

And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight.

I ain't missing you at all since you've been gone away.
I ain't missing you, no matter what my friends say.

Ain't missing you, I ain't missing you, I ain't missing you, I can lie to myself.
Ain't missing you, I ain't missing you, I ain't missing you,
I ain't missing you,I ain't missing you, I ain't missing you.
Ain't missing you, no matter what my friends might say.

I ain't missing you...

Así suenas...

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You make me smile on a rainy day

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Your Eyes Close

Your eyes close to me by fog and I awake and arise,
as the light in your eyes whose heavy lids close on me.

My world, my life, they close on me and I am not.
No longer, they open and I spring up their wish like a field of flowers.

You close your eyes and I die.
You close your eyes and I die.

Whilst others in sleep follow lambs, I look at my hands
and count the sun making another scar across my sky.And I close my eyes.
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JUST LIKE YOU SAID IT WOULD BE,
LIFE GOES EASY ON ME MOST OF THE TIME.

Por lo menos un galeote todavía camina, va y viene, ve el sol

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Hay dos maneras de explicarse la existencia de este libro. O ha habido en realidad un fajo de papeles amarillos y desiguales en los que se han encontrado, registrados uno por uno, los últimos pensamientos de un pobre desventurado; o ha habido un hombre, soñador dedicado a observar la naturaleza en provecho del arte, un filófoso, un poeta, qué sé yo, que ha tenido la fantasía de esta idea y que la atrapó, o, más bien, se dejó atrapar por ella, y sólo ha podido desembarazarse de ella vertiéndola en un libro.
De estas dos explicaciones, que el lector elija la que quiera.

It's today!

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New Morning

One morn I awakened, a your sun was shining.
The sky was a Kingdom.
All covered in blood, the moon and the stars,
where the troops that lay conquered.
Like fruit left to wither, poor spiritual food.

And the spears of bright sun all brave with it conquest.
Did hover unearthly in banners of fire?.
I kneit in the garden awash with the dawning.
And a voice came so brightly.
I covered my eyes.

Thank you for giving this bright new morning.
So steeped seemed the evening in darkness and blood.
There'll be no sadness.
There'll be no sorrow.
There'll be no road too narrow.
There'll be a new day and it's today.
It's for us.

Thank you for giving this bright new morning.
So steeped seemed the evening in darkness and blood.
There'll be no sadness.
There'll be no sorrow.
There'll be no road too narrow.
There'll be a new day and it's today.
It's for us.

Come on, try a little

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One Headlight

So long ago, I don't remember when, that's when they say I lost my only friend.
Well, they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
as I listened through the cemetery trees.

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn, the long broken arm of human law.
Now it always seemed such a waste,she always had a pretty face,
so I wondered how she hung around this place.

Hey, come on try a little, nothing is forever.
There's got to be something better than in the middle,
but me and Cinderella, we put it all together.
We can drive it home with one headlight.

She said it's cold, it feels like Independence Day.
And I can't break away from this parade,
but there's got to be an opening somewhere here in front of me,
through this maze of ugliness and greed.
And I seen the sun up ahead at the county line bridge,
sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead.
We'll run until she's out of breath,
she ran until there's nothin' left, she hit the end-it's just her window ledge.

Hey, come on try a little, nothing is forever.
There's got to be something better than in the middle,
but me and Cinderella, we put it all together.
We can drive it home with one headlight.

Well this place is old, it feels just like a beat up truck.
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn.
Well, it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes, this place is always such a mess,
sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn.
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else.
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same,
but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams.
I think her death it must be killin' me.

Hey, come on try a little, nothing is forever.
There's got to be something better than in the middle,
but me and Cinderella, we put it all together.
We can drive it home with one headlight.

You missed my eyes, I wonder why, please do it again

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Another Sunny Day

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden.
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon.
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border.
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees.

Another rainy day, were trapped inside with a train set.
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met.
You've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral.
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk.

Another day in June, well pick eleven for football.
Were playing for our lives, the referee gives us fuck-all.
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines.
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds.

Now, everybody's gone, you picked me up for a long drive.
We take the tourist route, the nights are light until midnight.
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula.
We found the avenue of trees, went up to the hill.
That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still.

There's something in my eye, a little midge so beguiling.
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye.
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear.
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain.
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again.

The loving is a mess, what happened to all of the feeling?.
I thought it was for real: babies, rings and fools kneeling.
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever.
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart.
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart.

Vull dormir amb gent normal

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La Gent Normal

S'havia estat cultivant per Grècia i havia après que és tant important viatjar.
I jo me l'escoltava i deia: "Sí, sí, clar, clar".

Son pare acumulava grans riqueses.
Vaig dir: "Caram, en aquest cas, anul·li si us plau la cervesa i posi'ns el vi car".
Li va semblar genial.

Va fer un glopet, em va mirar i va dir: "Vull viure com viuen els altres.
Vull fer les coses que fa la gent normal.
Vull dormir amb qui dormen els altres.
Ficar-me al llit amb gent normal com tu".
I assumint aquell paper, vaig dir: "Bé, veurem què s'hi pot fer".

Vaig passejar-la pel mercat del barri.
Em va semblar un escenari adequat, per començar.
Vaig dir: "D'acord, ara fes veure que no tens ni un duro".
I va riure i va dir: "Ai quina gràcia, que boig estàs, ets molt divertit".
Doncs, francament, maca, no em sembla que ningú estigui rient aquí.

Ja t'ho has pensat bé això de viure com ho fan els altres,
veure les coses que veu la gent normal,
dormir amb qui dormen els altres,
ficar-te al llit amb gent normal com jo?.

I ella no entenia res i m'agafava del bracet.
Comparteix pis amb estranys, busca una feina formal,
puja al metro pels matins, ves al cine alguna nit.
Però igualment mai entendràs, el que és anar passant els anys,
esperant la solució, que s'emporti tanta por.
No, tu mai viuràs com viuen els altres,
ni patiràs com pateix la gent normal,
mai entendràs el fracàs dels altres,
mai comprendràs com els somnis se'ns van quedant
en riure i beure i anar tirant, i si es pot, follar de tant en tant.

Prova a cantar si ho fan els altres i canta fort si et sembla interessant.
Riu a pulmó si ho fan els altres, però no t'estranyi, si et gires, que es riguin de tu.
Que no et sorprengui si estan farts de tu jugant a ser com és la gent normal.

Vull dormir amb gent normal com tu.
Vull dormir amb gent normal com tu.
Vull dormir amb gent normal com tu.