NOCTURNOS ONIRICOS

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Wandring star

I was born under a wandring star.
I was born under a wandring star.
Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack.
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back.
I was born under a wandring star.

Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to
which with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wandring star.
I was born under a wandring star.

Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello.
Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go.
I was born under a wandring star.
A wandring, wandring star.

Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to
which with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wandring star.
I was born under a wandring star.

When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree
or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be.
I was born under a wandrin' star.
A wandring, wandring star.



Lee Marvin

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Everybody´s free (to wear sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99:
wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really looked…
You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective
as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things
that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing, everyday, that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead,
sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end,
it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…
The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry,
maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children,
maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
– your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it,
or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance.

Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them do NOT read beauty magazines,
they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents.

You never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,
but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…



Baz Luhrmann

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Gallo de pelea

Voy a contaros la historia de mi primo el arquetipo.
Desde que era chiquitito fue la delicia de papá
porque le imitaba en todo y casi, casi superaba
ese tono tonto y torpe de llamarnos la atención.

Su mamá siempre decía que era muy guapo y muy listo,
que se comería el mundo sin tenerlo que luchar.
Y no te hablo de mujeres, las tenía todas locas.
Y con boca se equivoca que tan listo se creyó.

Porque el gallo sale del corral y ya nadie le hace caso,
se encuentra en la carretera con el zorro y el hurón.
Escapa volando al monte pero la noche le acobarda
y tiene que dar la vuelta y regresar a su corral.
Pero pasa que el corral ya es otro porque hay otro gallo guapo
mucho mas listo y fuerte que mi primo el triunfador.
Y hay que agachar la cabeza cuando ves que te han tumbado.
Mi querido y pobre gallo este mundo te comió.

Te ha comido el mundo cuando al mundo hay que comérselo,
quererlo y aguantarlo pero también tratarlo mal.
Porque el mundo está un poquito trastornado
y también traicionado por esta sociedad.
No te pongas serio, que yo estoy de broma,
que en mi boca vuela una blanca paloma en total libertad.
Y ahora ponte serio,
que yo estoy de broma:
busca una blanca paloma
y vuela en total libertad.

Gallo de pelea,
ahora no te escondas.
Busca una blanca paloma
y vuela en total libertad.

Y es que el gallo sale del corral y ya nadie le hace caso,
se encuentra en la carretera con el zorro y el hurón.
Escapa volando al monte pero la noche le acobarda
y tiene que dar la vuelta y regresar a su corral.

Pero pasa que el corral ya es otro porque hay otro gallo guapo
mucho mas listo y fuerte que mi primo el triunfador.
Y hay que agachar la cabeza cuando ves que te han tumbado:
mi querido y pobre gallo este mundo te comió.

Te ha comido el mundo cuando al mundo hay que comérselo,
quererlo y aguantarlo pero también tratarlo mal.
Porque el mundo está un poquito trastornado
también traicionado por esta sociedad.
No te pongas serio, que yo estoy de broma
que en mi boca vuela una blanca paloma en total libertad.

Y ahora ponte serio
que no estoy de broma:
busca una blanca paloma
y vuela en total libertad.

Gallo de pelea
ahora no te escondas.
Busca una blanca paloma
y vuela en total libertad.

¡Gallo de pelea!

¡Gallo de pelea no te escondas más!



Juan Pardo

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Todo sexo femenino

Sólo he visto mujeres en mi casa
desde el día en que el abuelito nos dejó.
Me crié con mi madre y con mi abuela
y una serie incalculable de empleadas del hogar...
que pacientes, agotaron su camino
en su tarea de dar forma a mi personalidad.

Con ese estilo tan sutil de imponerse
consiguieron que fijara mi atención:
me coloqué en primera fila sin ser visto,
como gatito silencioso que se ausenta en un sofá...
Y en aquel ambiente lunar y receptivo,
oyendo hablar a las leonas
aprendí a conspirar.

En éste,
que es mi mundo conocido,
reina el sexo femenino
de una forma natural.

En el otro,
que es mi mundo fugitivo,
soy un súbdito escogido
de las reinas del lugar.

Con la casa inundada de señoras
siempre estuve en clara inferioridad
al sugerir alguna idea negociable
entre tanta voz aguda
y tanta unanimidad
que me tuve que infiltrar entre sus filas
para ahorrarme los fracasos
de un arrojado antecesor.

Estrené con otra hembra un nuevo estado
—no era cosa de romper la tradición—
y como nacen, crecen y se reproducen,
hoy tengo un nuevo par de voces
en el coro familiar,
en armonía, siempre cíclica y cambiante,
donde hay que ser un buen cantante
para no desafinar.

En éste,
que es mi mundo conocido,
reina el sexo femenino
de una forma natural.

En el otro,
que es mi mundo fugitivo,
soy un súbdito escogido
de las reinas del lugar.



Luis Eduardo Aute

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Lovers and friends

All night you'd lay asleep
enfolded in my arms,
breathing slow and sweet.
I never understood
how it would prove to be
such a luxury to feel
your hand, warm in my hand
your kiss on my cheek.

Lovers and friends
are all that matter.
You'll never know how much it
came to mean to me
to have you by my side
in battles lost and won.

And now i understand
these things can never be
guaranteed.
I wish i could recall
each mundane tenderness,
remember every look, each word,
preserve every breath,
each kiss, each caress.

Lovers and friends
are all that matter.
I never thought that i would
watch you drowning
far from any sea, on crumpled sheets,
white sand in your eyes.

Lovers and friends
are all that matter.
And now when all i have of you
is a memory,
i raise my hand to touch my cheek,
imprinted with your love.



The Communards

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No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti

No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti,
por alagarte y para que se sepa.
Tomé papel y lápiz y esparcí
las prendas de mi amor sobre la mesa.

Buscaba una canción y me perdí
entre un montón de palabras gastadas.
No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti
y no se le ocurre nada.

Enciendo un cigarrillo, y otro más;
un día de estos he de plantearme
muy seriamente dejar de fumar,
con esa tos que me entra al levantarme.

Yo hace tiempo que no soy el que fui
he dejado las drogas y el tabaco
y las mujeres me han dejado a mí.
Qué dura es la salud y el celibato.

Pero hoy miré por la ventana y me fugué
con una nena que iba en bicicleta,
me distrajo un vecino que también
no hacía más que rascarse la bragueta.

No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti
con mi virilidad entre las manos,
pero hoy las musas han pasao de mí
se habrán ido con el "nano".

Nunca es triste Sabina la verdad
no es por mi que las musas te abandonan,
sino a causa de tu escasa virilidad
que unas huyen, y otras se descojonan.

No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti
y nada mola más que tus canciones
pero las musas han pasao de ti
(han pasao, de ti)
andarán de vacaciones.



Serrat y Sabina

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April 5th

Here she comes,
silent in her sound.
Here she comes,
fresh upon the ground.

Come gentle spring,
come at winter's end,
gone is the pallow from a promise, that's nature's gift.
Waiting for the colour of spring.

Let me breathe,
let me breathe...
the colour of spring.

Here she comes,
laughter in her kiss.
Here she comes,
shame upon her lips.

Come wanton spring,
come for birth you live,
youth takes it's bow before the summer the seasons bring.
Waiting for the colour of spring.

Let me...
Let me breath...

Let me breath,
let me breath you.
Let me breath,
let me breath you,
breath you, breath you, breath you.

Let, let, let, let, let, let me.
Let, let, let, let, let,
let me breath you.
I love you,
i love you.

Let me breath,
let me, let me breath.
Let me... feel.
Let me,
let me, let me... breath.

Talk Talk

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Follow the leader

It's follow the leader, baby,
that's how it's gonna be.
If you ever really wanna get lost
then follow me.

Oh!, oh!
Follow the leader.

We're in a solar system
together and alone.
The bills, the smoke, the furniture,
the happy home.

Now you can follow your gut
or you can follow the past,
but if you knew an eclipse was coming
why'd you even ask?

Oh!, oh!
Follow the leader.
Oh!, oh!
Follow the leader.

I said what i said, what i said...
Follow the leader.

There's brighter days ahead
i've seen them on TV.
Word is there's something big
hidden up their sleeve.

So maybe it gets quiet
and maybe it gets numb.
At least then there's still something
to share with someone.

Oh!, oh!
Follow the leader.



Matthew Ryan

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Do you…do you remember last summer at Cape Cod?

Yes.

Do you remember one night in the dining room? There was this young naval officer and he was sitting near our table with two other officers.

No.

The waiter brought him a message, at which point he left. Nothing rings a bell?

No.

Well...I first saw him that morning in the lobby. He was, he was checking into the hotel and he was following the bellboy with his luggage...to the elevator.
He...he glanced at me as he walked past. Just a glance.

Nothing more.
But I...could hardly...move.

That...afternoon...Helena went to the movies with her friend and...you and I made love.
And...we...made plans about our future...and...we talked about Helena. And yet...at no time...was he ever...out of my...mind.
And I thought if he wanted me...even if it was only...for one night...i was ready to give up everything. You..., Helena..., my whole fucking future.

Everything!

And yet it was weird because at the same time...you were dearer to me than ever. And...and at that moment my love for you...was both...tender...and sad.

I...i barely slept that night...and i woke up the next morning in a panic. I didn't know whether i was afraid that he had left...or that he might still be there. But by...dinner...I realized...he was gone. And...I...was...relieved.

Hello.
Yes, this is Dr. Harford.
When did it happen?
No, no, I…i have the address.
Thank you.

Lou Nathanson just died.
I think i have to go over there and show my face.





Dimitri Shostakovich

[El Navegante]

We don´t need another hero

Out of the ruins,
out from the wreckage,
can't make the same mistake this time.
We are the children,
the last generation.
We are the ones they left behind.

And I wonder we are ever gonna change it.
Living under the fear till nothing else remains.

We don't need another hero!
We don't need to know the way home!
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome.

Looking for something
we can rely on.
There's got to be something better out there.

Love and compassion,
their day is coming,
all else are castles built in the air.

And I wonder we are ever gonna change it.
Living under the fear till nothing else remains.
All the children say:

We don't need another hero!
We don't need to know the way home!
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome.

So what do we do with our lives?
We leave only a mark.
Will our story shine like a life
or end in the dark?
Give it all or nothing!

We don't need another hero!
We don't need to know the way home!
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome.

All the children say...



Tina Turner

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All around me are familiar faces,
worn out places,
worn out faces
bright and early for the daily races,
going no where,
going no where.
Their tears are filling up their glasses,
no expression,
no expression.
I hide my head, i wanna drown my sorrow,
no tomorrow,
no tomorrow.
And I find it kind of funny,
i find it kind of sad,
the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
i find it hard to take,
when people run in circles it´s a very, very...
mad world.
Mad world.

Children waiting for the day they feel good:
happy birthday,
happy birthday.
And i feel the way that every child should:
sit and listen,
sit and listen.
I went to school and i was very nervous,
no one knew me,
no one new me.
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson.
Look right through me,
look right through me.

And I find it kind of funny,
i find it kind of sad,
the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
i find it hard to take,
when people run in circles it´s a very, very...
mad world.

Mad world.

Enlarging your world,
mad world.



R.E.M

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vN7HQrgakZU

Sweet disposition

Sweet disposition
never too soon.

Oh!, reckless abandon,
like no one's watching you.

A moment, a love:
a dream aloud.

A kiss, a cry:
our rights, our wrongs.

A moment, a love:
a dream aloud.

A moment, a love:
a dream aloud.

So stay there
cause i'll be coming over.
And while our blood´s still young
it's so young, it runs
and won't stop till it's over.
Won't stop to surrender.

Songs of desperation
I played them for you.

A moment, a love:
a dream aloud.
A kiss, a cry:
our rights, our wrongs.

So stay there
cause i'll be coming over.
And while our blood´s still young
it's so young, it runs
and won't stop till it's over.
Won't stop to surrender.


The temper trap

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The Fox

I found a fox in the woods,
she was cold and hungry.
I gave her all that i could,
i was sure that she loved me.
And we were thick as thieves.

Through the winter I kept her warm,
fed her all she desired.
And she told me in so many words
I was the one who saved her life and
she would never forget.
And i would never be left.

But then one day I ran out of bread
and wood to keep the fire.
And when I woke
i found she had fled
to the house down the river.
And I cried all night
because i had thought she was mine.




O+S

[JUBA]

[El Navegante]

Entre mis recuerdos

Cuando la pena cae sobre mi
el mundo deja ya de existir.
Miro hacia atrás y busco entre mis recuerdos.
Para encontrar la niña que fui
y algo de todo lo que perdí.
Miro hacia atrás y busco entre mis recuerdos.

Sueño con noches brillantes al borde
de un mar de aguas claras y puras
y un aire cubierto de azahar.
Cada momento era especial
dias de prisas, tardes de paz.
Miro hacia atrás y busco entre mis recuerdos.

Yo quisiera volver a encontrar la pureza,
nostalgia de tanta inocencia
que tan poco tiempo duró.

Con el veneno sobre mi piel,
frente a las sombras de la pared.
Miro hacia atrás y busco entre mis recuerdos.

Y si las lágrimas vuelven
ellas me harán más fuerte.

Yo quisiera volver a encontrar la pureza,
nostalgia de tanta inocencia
que tan poco tiempo duró.

Cuando la pena cae sobre mi
quiero encontrar aquello que fui.
Miro hacia atrás y busco entre mis recuerdos.

Vuelvo hacia atrás y busco entre mis recuerdos.



Luz Casal

[Booslara]

Antonio Machin
http://merana.narod.ru/espana/Antonio_M ... a_vida.mp3

Toda una vida




Toda una vida me estaría contigo
No me importa en que forma
Ni como, ni donde, pero junto a ti.

Toda una vida te estaría mimando
Te estaría cuidando como cuido mi vida
Que la vivo por ti.

No me cansaría de decirte siempre,
Pero siempre, siempre,
Que eres en mi vida
Ansiedad, angustia y desesperación.

Toda una vida me estaría contigo,
No me importa en que forma,
Ni como, ni donde, pero junto a ti.

No me cansaría de decirte siempre,
Pero siempre, siempre,
Que eres en mi vida
Ansiedad, angustia y desesperación.

Toda una vida me estaría contigo,
No me importa en que forma,
Ni como, ni donde, pero junto a ti.

No me importa en que forma
Ni como, ni donde, pero junto a ti,

No me importa en que forma,
Ni como, no donde, pero junto a ti.

http://merana.narod.ru/espana/espana-la.html

ANTONIO MACHIN - A CHAPEAR NOS MANDA EL MAYORAL.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_A%20chapear%20nos%20manda%20el%20Mayoral.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - A ORILLAS DEL YUMURI.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_A%20orillas%20del%20Yumuri.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - AMOR SINCERO.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_Amor%20sincero.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - AMOR.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_AMOR.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - AQUELLOS OJOS VERDES.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_Aquellos%20Ojos%20Verdes.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - AVELLANA Y MANI.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_Avellana%20y%20Mani.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - CANTAR QUISE A TUS OJOS.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_Cantar%20quise%20a%20tus%20Ojos.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - CASERITA.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_Caserita.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - CORAZON LOCO.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_CORAZON%20LOCO.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - CUBA LIBRE.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_Cuba%20libre.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - DOS GARDENIAS.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_DOS%20GARDENIAS.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - DUERME CORAZON.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/ANTONIO%20MACHIN_Duerme%20corazon.mp3

ANTONIO MACHIN - ECHALE SALSITA.

http://www.fundacionjoseguillermocarrillo.org/danielledigitalradiobroadcasting/Antonio%20Machin%20-%20Echale%20salsita.mp3


25000 temas en Mp3

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[El Navegante]

The ocean

You lead me down, to the ocean.
So lead me down, by the ocean.
You know it's been a long time,
you always leave me tongue tied
and all this time is for us
i love you just because...
You lead me down, to the ocean.
The world is fine, by the ocean.

You know this time's for real,
it helps the heart to heal,
you know it breaks the seal of the talisman that harms.
And so you look at me and need
the space that means as much to me.
So lead me down, to the ocean.
Our world is fine, by the ocean.

You know the way it is in life, it's so hard to live up to.
So why are you still dressed in your... mourning suit
i assume, i assume.
You'll lead me down, to the ocean.
Don't leave me down, by the ocean.
The ocean.

Here comes the wave,
here comes the wave.
Here comes the wave,
down by the ocean.
The ocean.



Richard Hawley

[El Navegante]

Chica de la Luna pálida.

Éranse unos labios sin aliento,
un forcejeo un golpe seco,
una plegaria en el desierto,
sudor frío en pleno invierno.
La impotencia, el desaliento
ella le mira desde el suelo
en la noche, ladra un perro
lo demás sólo es silencio.

¡Ay luna pálida!

¡Ay luna pálida!
No me mires desde lejos.

El tenía tres o cuatro ideas
preparadas al respecto:
si no gritas, no te pego,
no me mires que me pierdo;
la tercera era una cuerda
para atarla a un árbol seco
y una cuarta, la más simple,
una navaja sobre el pecho.

¡Ay luna pálida!

¡Ay luna pálida!
No me mires desde lejos.

Sé que es peligroso que ande sola,
que parezco medio boba.
No lo puedo remediar.
Sé que es peligroso andar de noche,
es imprudente no ir en coche.
No me lo repitan más.

Con cada trofeo en la ciudad
como un reguero va extendiendo
la noticia que en su bota
va caliente un buen acero.
Como saben en el lance
se les va el discernimiento
y de regreso de ese viaje
vuelven siempre sin los huevos.

¡Luna pálida!
¡Ay luna pálida!
No me mires desde lejos.

Sé que es peligroso que ande sola,
que parezco medio boba.
No lo puedo remediar.
Sé que es peligroso andar de noche,
es imprudente no ir en coche.
No me lo repitan más.

¡Ay luna pálida!
No me mires desde lejos.



Ana Belén