In my life (Lennon-McCartney)

There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I'll love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I'll love you more

Algo de Paris

En la galería comercial y subterránea del Louvre hay más gente haciendo cola para probar el iPad en la tienda de Apple que para entrar a ver La Gioconda y todo eso. Arriba –en la plaza central del museo, junto a la pirámide de cristal– son varios los turistas que aún hoy se acercan aferrados a su ejemplar de El código Da Vinci con ganas de reproducir el itinerario místico de Robert Langdon y de su agente de viajes Dan Brown, ese maestro infradotado de la conspiración turística. Al costado, el Pont des Arts luce desnudo: en una noche, un mes atrás, desaparecieron todos los candados que –¡Doisneau! ¡Albertine! ¡Lelouch! ¡Gainsbourg! ¡Doinel! ¡Carax!– dejaban allí, atados a sus rejas y barandas, enamorados de todo el mundo como evidencia de su pasión que, se sabe, en París es más apasionada aún. Ningún funcionario se responsabilizó de la razzia ferretera; pero lo cierto es que los cientos de candados –que amenazaban la estructura del puente– ya no están allí. Cruzo y espero que este candadicidio no haya producido inexplicables rupturas sentimentales a lo largo y ancho del planeta. Ese planeta al que las personas cada vez miran menos, porque están atadas por cerrojos de contraseñas que abren y cierran pantallas electrónicas. Pantallas en las que, se supone, entra y cabe todo el mundo, pero para que uno lo mire desde afuera.

Rodrigo Fresán

Somewhere only we know - Keane

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when, you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, so why don't we go?

Hmmm yeahh.

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know?

Echoes -Roger Waters

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds...
Ah... Ah...

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds...

Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds...

Nowhere man

He's a real nowhere man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man,the world is at your command!


He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?

Nowhere Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else
lends you a hand!

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man please listen,
you don't know what you're missing
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command!

He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody!

Lennon-McCartney

Ultima ola

Se acerca de a poco a la arena y se desvanece, la espuma,,
se vuela en el viento y dibuja espectros de invierno.
Si no me rodea la niebla, lo veo todo, hasta la transparencia luminosa del horizonte
y el naranja y el rojo dominan toda la extensión del poniente.
Aquí dejo mi cuerpo, el esfuerzo, las ganas,
aquí nunca estoy solo, el espiritu de aloha me acompaña,
y el agua, siempre incansable, todo lo arrolla, todo lo gasta,
y con ganas de mas, me arrojo en la última ola.