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montmartre - marzo

why do you think it´s time?

Still be there - Alondra Bentley

Why do you think it's time?
Your dreams are far behind
Lost details of the sky and soil

Rooms are full of those
Their dreams are warn as clothes
Will pureness stay unclassified?

Join my household tips
Tear money back to stripes
And use your deadly lips to say

Sun will still be there
When we, we don't even care
And truth proving endlessly
While we cynic as can be
Can't even smile

raindrops

Raindrops keep falling on my head - B.J. Thomas

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed

Nothin' seems to fit

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun

And I said I didn't like the way he got things done

Sleepin' on the job

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know

The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me

It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red

Cryin's not for me

'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'

Because I'm free

Nothin's worryin' me

It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red

Cryin's not for me

'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'

Because I'm free

Nothin's worryin' me

colgado

Colgado - Los Secretos

(Las Ventas - 2008)

cancelado...

...and real life colours seem washed out

Nico - Marlango

(prestado de youtube)

My mind wonders with no map

I have no route no point I daydream

My mind wonders with no map

And real life colours seem washed out

My eyes see things of a secret nature

I resist from trying to understand

I tear the pages of my past

To recall what you think you thought you wanted

Every yesterday is empty

And no tomorrow will hold

What you carry with yourself today

I carry with myself today

No route, no point, no map

My eyes see things of a secret nature

And I think if I find a word

I will unlock the past

As if a morning

Could wake up some side of me

That's plain and rich full and lovely and hidden

Plain and full of colours

'Cause I have all the words in me

Words I've never heard before

I try to pick up what sleeps

I try to pick up what slips through your mouth

And find that my own words are so dull and empty

I desist, I quit, I don't know

Answers to questions you

You make, you wait

73

feliz cumpleaños

I was all right for a while...

... I could smile for a while

Crying (Roy Orbison) - Russian Red