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La voz de las cosas

¡Si os encerrara yo en mis estrofas,
frágiles cosas que sonreís,
pálido lirio que te deshojas,
rayo de luna sobre el tapiz
de húmedas flores, y verdes hojas
que al tibio soplo de Mayo abrís,
si os encerrara yo en mis estrofas
pálidas cosas que sonreís!

¡Si aprisionaros pudiera el verso,
fantasmas grises, cuando pasáis,
móviles formas del Universo,
sueños confusos, seres que os vais,
ósculo triste, suave y perverso
que entre las sombras al alma dais;
si aprisionaros pudiera el verso
fantasmas grises cuando pasáis!

poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Piedra de Sol

La treizième revient...c’est encor la première;
et c’est toujours la seule-ou c’est le seul moment;
car es-tu reine, ô toi, la première ou dernière?
es-tu roi, toi le seul ou le dernier amant?
Gérard de Nerval, Arthèmis
Un sauce de cristal, un chopo de agua,
un alto surtidor que el viento arquea,
un árbol bien plantado mas danzante,
un caminar de río que se curva,
avanza, retrocede, da un rodeo
y llega siempre:
un caminar tranquilo
de estrella o primavera sin premura,
agua que con los párpados cerrados
mana toda la noche profecías,
unánime presencia en oleaje,
ola tras ola hasta cubrirlo todo,
verde soberanía sin ocaso
como el deslumbramiento de las alas
cuando se abren en mitad del cielo,
un caminar entre las espesuras
de los días futuros y el aciago
fulgor de la desdicha como un ave
petrificando el bosque con su canto
y las felicidades inminentes
entre las ramas que se desvanecen,
horas de luz que pican ya los pájaros,
presagios que se escapan de la mano,

una presencia como un canto súbito,
como el viento cantando en el incendio,
una mirada que sostiene en vilo
al mundo con sus mares y sus montes,
cuerpo de luz filtrado por un ágata,
piernas de luz, vientre de luz, bahías,
roca solar, cuerpo color de nube,
color de día rápido que salta,
la hora centellea y tiene cuerpo,
el mundo ya es visible por tu cuerpo,
es transparente por tu transparencia,

voy entre galerías de sonidos,
fluyo entre las presencias resonantes,
voy por las transparencias como un ciego,
un reflejo me borra, nazco en otro,
oh bosque de pilares encantados,
bajo los arcos de la luz penetro
los corredores de un otoño diáfano,

voy por tu cuerpo como por el mundo,

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poem by Octavio Paz
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Notas Perdidas

Es media noche.
Duerme el mundo ahora
bajo el ala de niebla del silencio
vagos rayos de luna
y el fulgor incierto
de lámpara velada
alumbran su aposento.
En las teclas del piano
vagan aún sus marfilinos dedos,
errante la mirada
dice algo que no alcanza el pensamiento.
¡Cómo perfuma el aire el blanco ramo
marchito en el florero,
cuán suave es el suspiro
que vaga entre sus labios entreabiertos!

¡Adriana! ¡Adriana! de tan dulces horas
guardarán el secreto
tu estancia, el rayo de la luna, el vago
ruïdo de tus besos,
la noche silenciosa,
y en mi alma el recuerdo!...

Si en vosotras algún día
se fijan sus ojos bellos,
¡pobres estrofas! habladle
con rumor suäve y ledo
como notas de una música
que oímos ha mucho tiempo,
y que impregnada de aromas
torna en las alas del viento.
Alzada cual leve brisa
besad sus blondos cabellos
y penetrad en su alma
y en los espacios perdeos
como en la santa capilla
las espirales de incienso!...

Como recuerdo de su amor sincero,
recuerdo dulce y único
de aquel amor suave y melancólico
cual la luz del crepúsculo,
guardo en un cofrecito plateado
unas rosas de musgo
las contemplo en mis horas de alegría,
las beso cuando sufro,
¡aún guardan el perfume penetrante
de los cabellos suyos!

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poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Cosas Del Amor

Qu me importa el calvario
Si amarte es sufrir,
O que juegues con cartas
Marcadas.
Lo que importa es las noches
Pasadas en t,
Aunque a cambio me rompas
El alma.
qu me importa la vida!
de qu sirve vivir
Si me falta tu cuerpo
Caliente?
Lo que importa es tocarte
Y apagar esta sed,
Que tan slo me apaga
Tu fuente.
Que sin t nada tiene valor,
Y por eso soy tuyo,
Esclavo y seor.
Cosas del amor,
Cosas de la vida:
T eres mi guila real,
Yo soy tu gacela herida.
Cosas de tu carne,
Cosas de tu piel,
Que me arrastra por las olas
Como barco de papel.
Cosas del amor,
Cosas de la vida:
T me haces el dolor
Y me curas las heridas.
Cosas de tu cuerpo,
Cosas de mi voz
Predicando en el desierto
De tu absurdo corazn.
para qu quiero aire
Si respiro de t?
para qu quiero luz
Ni ventanas?
Si me basta sentirte
Amarrada a mi piel,
Y saber que a tu modo
Me amas.
Qu me importa esperarte
Una y mil veces ms
Si al final t me inundas
El tiempo.
Lo que importa es mirarte
En silencio y saber
Que tal vez sin tenerte

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song performed by Enrique Iglesias
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Dos Cosas Ciertas

En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio,
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio
No dejes que tu vida se safe,
Toma tu destino en tus propias manos,
Aveces las espaldas sudosas,
Se confrentan con las palmas sucias...
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio,
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio,
Handa, handa no pierdas la vista,
Persuige, persuigue tu destino,
Tu destino se decide en tus manos,
No dejes que se escape tu chance...
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas
Handa, handa no pierdas la vista,
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas
No dejes que se escape tu chance
It's you they card
It's you they charge
It's you they complain about strollin the boulevard
You the one claimin' and screamin you all hard
Are you in control or is it just a facade
If Uncle Sam wants you it's you
It's you that he'll need
It's you that he'll sacrifice and it's you that'll bleed.
I think you need to reflect on some old Sam Sneed
And recognize in life there's only two guarantees
Some proceed to believe
And thus we gotta discuss
Have we all lost our trust in us,
Cause you and I
We us together we must
Live change and die
Everybody's inlcuded it's up to you to decide
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio,
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio,
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,
Son la muerte y el cambio,
En la vida hay dos cosas ciertas,

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song performed by Ozomatli
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Romance Sonámbulo

Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green, how I want you green.
Under the gypsy moon,
all things are watching her
and she cannot see them.

Green, how I want you green.
Big hoarfrost stars
come with the fish of shadow
that opens the road of dawn.
The fig tree rubs its wind
with the sandpaper of its branches,
and the forest, cunning cat,
bristles its brittle fibers.
But who will come? And from where?
She is still on her balcony
green flesh, her hair green,
dreaming in the bitter sea.

--My friend, I want to trade
my horse for her house,
my saddle for her mirror,
my knife for her blanket.
My friend, I come bleeding
from the gates of Cabra.
--If it were possible, my boy,
I'd help you fix that trade.
But now I am not I,
nor is my house now my house.
--My friend, I want to die
decently in my bed.
Of iron, if that's possible,
with blankets of fine chambray.
Don't you see the wound I have
from my chest up to my throat?
--Your white shirt has grown
thirsy dark brown roses.
Your blood oozes and flees a
round the corners of your sash.
But now I am not I,
nor is my house now my house.
--Let me climb up, at least,
up to the high balconies;

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poem by Federico García Lorca
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Kalimba De Luna

In the land of the sunshine
People know how to groove
Making emotions
Believin in what they do
Kalimba de luna
Take me tonight
Show me the way
To get right on time
E.o.u.a. - on the rhythm
Gente li ta los
E.o.u.a. - on the rhythm
Gente li ta los
Na na na na na na...
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de sol
Please talk to me
Lying is my life
Believin in what you say
Hey he he he heeeeeeey oooh oh oh
E.o.u.a. - on the rhythm
Gente li ta los
E.o.u.a.
Na na na na na na...
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna
Ooooooooooh oh oh oh
Donga donga tenge popopopopopop...
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Na na na na na na...
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna
Kalimba de luna...

song performed by Boney M.
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Lluvia Cae

Ella cuando baila ay me pongo
Tan nervioso
Mi sangre se dispara y me vuelvo
Peligroso
Ella si me mira es que me vuelvo
Loco
Ella es la razon por la que yo
Soy tan dichoso
Sospecho que es inutil toda
Resistencia
Estoy predestinado no hay que
Darle vueltas
Luvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Que mas da si contigo estoy
Feliz
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Es igual tengo ganas de reir
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Ella toda ella es un letrero
Luminoso
Apuesto a que sus besos tienen
Algo
Venenoso
Ella si camina es que es algo
Escandaloso
Ella si me mira es que me muero
Un poco
Lo logico seria que me resistiera
Y en cambio puede hacer de mi lo
Que ella quiera
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Que mas da si contigo soy feliz
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Es igual tengo ganas de reir
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Que mas da si contigo estoy
Feliz
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando
Lluvia cae lentamente sobre mi
Es igual tengo ganas de reir
Ay ay ay ay ay me estoy
Enamorando

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song performed by Enrique Iglesias
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Nocturnos De La Ventana

1

Alta va la luna.
Bajo corre el viento.

(Mis largas miradas,
exploran el cielo.)

Luna sobre el agua,
Luna bajo el viento.

(Mis cortas miradas,
exploran el suelo.)

Las voces de dos niñas
venían. Sin el esfuerzo,
de la luna del agua,
me fuí a la del cielo.

2

Un brazo de la noche
entra por mi ventana.

Un gran brazo moreno
con pulseras de agua.

Sobre un cristal azul
jugaba al río mi alma.

Los instantes heridos
por el reloj... pasaban.

3

Asomo la cabeza
por mi ventana, y veo
cómo quiere cortarla
la cuchilla del viento.

En esta guillotina
invisible, yo he puesto
las cabezas sin ojos
de todos mis deseos.

Y un olor de limón
llenó el instante inmenso,
mientras se convertía

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poem by Federico García Lorca
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Off the Turnpike

Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.
I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye.
Yes, it's all over.
All my things is packed
An' every last one o' them boxes
Is on Bradley's team
Bein' hauled over to th' depot.
No, I ain't goin' back agin.
I'm stoppin' over to French's fer to-night,
And goin' down first train in th' mornin'.
Yes, it do seem kinder queer
Not to be goin' to see Cherry's Orchard no more,
But Land Sakes! When a change's comin',
Why, I al'ays say it can't come too quick.
Now, that's real kind o' you,
Your doughnuts is always so tasty.
Yes, I'm goin' to Chicago,
To my niece,
She's married to a fine man, hardware business,
An' doin' real well, she tells me.
Lizzie's be'n at me to go out ther for the longest while.
She ain't got no kith nor kin to Chicago, you know
She's rented me a real nice little flat,
Same house as hers,
An' I'm goin' to try that city livin' folks say's so pleasant.
Oh, yes, he was real generous,
Paid me a sight o' money fer the Orchard;
I told him 'twouldn't yield nothin' but stones,
But he ain't farmin' it.
Lor', no, Mis' Priest,
He's jest took it to set and look at the view.
Mebbe he wouldn't be so stuck on the view
Ef he'd seed it every mornin' and night for forty year
Same's as I have.
I dessay it's pretty enough,
But it's so pressed into me
I c'n see't with my eyes shut.
No. I ain't cold, Mis' Priest,
Don't shut th' door.
I'll be all right in a minit.
But I ain't a mite sorry to leave that view.
Well, mebbe 'tis queer to feel so,
An' mebbe 'taint.
My! But that tea's revivin'.
Old things ain't always pleasant things, Mis' Priest.
No, no, I don't cal'late on comin' back,
That's why I'd ruther be to Chicago,
Boston's too near.
It ain't cold, Mis' Priest,
It's jest my thoughts.

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poem by Amy Lowell
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Luna

White light cut a scar in the sky
Thin line of silver
The nigh t was all clouded with dreams
Wind made me shiver
Black and yellow pools of light
Outside my window
Luna come to me tonight
I am a prisoner
Luna glide down from the moon
The clouds are all silver and black
Floating aro und me
Luna come into my eyes
Luna surround me
With black and yellow pools of light
Fall by my window
Luna come to me tonight
I am a prisoner
Luna glide down from the moon
The clouds are all silver and black
Floating around me
Luna come into my eyes
Luna surround me
With black and yellow pools of light
Fall by my window
Luna come to me tonight
I am a prisoner
Luna glide down from the moon

song performed by Tom Petty
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The Illuminated Stone

Once there was a rock
holding onto a Blackened sky

'Twas one night when
moon said to Rock
Let me light you...

'No' said rock
'this can not
for I am but a stone,
that was thrown
and landed in the sky.'
'It frightens me here Moon
for see' said Rock 'I cannot fly'

'A Stone? ' laughed Moon 'You need not fly
for you rock, you are a star'

'NO said Rock
this I'm not
I'm ordinary by far'

Moon shone bright
and shed his light
on Rock
and in no time it appeared
that rock might just be
the star Moon predicted,
so here was Rock
still in shock
for everyone started to stare.

'Moon stop that light'
asked Rock
'for you don't understand
I really am just a stone
and a ugly stone I am'
Rock knew of all the
sharp edges and holes and shreds,
caused by much erosion,
for stones are not pebbles
small and smooth,
that lays in soft riverbeds.

Moon grew fond
of Rock
and spent night after night
talking to Rock,
all the time shining his light.
Rock looked past Luna's flame

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poem by Michelle Melody
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Baila Morena (feat. Man)

Creo en los milagros desde que te vi
en esta noche de tequila boom, boom.
Eres tan sexy, eres sexy thing
mis ojos te persiguen solo a ti.
Y debe haber un caos dentro de ti
para que brotes de una estrella que baila.
Infierno y paraiso dentro de ti,
la luna es un sol mira como brilla.
Baby the night is on fire
Seamos fuego en el cielo,
llamas en lo obscuro... what you say
Baila, baila morena
bajo de esta luna llena,
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Ven chica, ven loca, dame tu boca,
en esta noche cualquier cosa te toca.
Mi corazn se revienta y no aguanto,
morena rebuena te quiero yo tanto.
Baby, the night is on fire
Seamos fuego en el cielo,
escandalo en lo obscuro... what you say
Baila, baila morena
bajo de esta luna llena
Under the moonlight
Y baila, under the moonlight
bajo de esta luna llena
baila morena
yeah.... yeah.... yeah....
You got me hutin' so bad, so bad
You let me so, so bad
What you say...
Baila, baila morena
bajo de esta luna llena
under the moonlight (under the moonlight)
y baila (baila), under the moonlight,
bajo de esta luna llena (baila morena)
baila morena (come on baby, come on).
Bajo de esta luna llena,
bajo de esta luna llena,
bajo de esta luna llena...
Under the moonlight

song performed by Zucchero
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Veneno

Sobre ti
sobre mi
o de estrellas que se funden
si eres tu
si es el sol
o es la luna
Si es temor
si es rencor
o la falsa indiferencia
de una mancha de lluvia
en tu memoria
Amanece otra vez
y las horas
se hacen tibias
se desangran las sombras
perfumadas
Una araa gigante
dando vueltas en el aire
una bola de niebla
contraataca
Hablemos de luces
sabemosde nada
hablemos de cosas de verdad
de lo mortal
A veces tan triste
y a veces tan libre
veneno la confusion
veneno yo
Sobre ti
sobre mi
o de estrellas que se funden
si eres tu
si es el sol
o es la luna
Hablemos de luces
sabemosde nada
hablemos de cosas de verdad
de lo mortal
A veces tan triste
y a veces tan libre
veneno la confusion
veneno yo
a veces tan libre
y a veces tan triste
veneno la confusion
veneno yo

song performed by Zoe
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Thurso’s Landing

I
The coast-road was being straightened and repaired again,
A group of men labored at the steep curve
Where it falls from the north to Mill Creek. They scattered and hid
Behind cut banks, except one blond young man
Who stooped over the rock and strolled away smiling
As if he shared a secret joke with the dynamite;
It waited until he had passed back of a boulder,
Then split its rock cage; a yellowish torrent
Of fragments rose up the air and the echoes bumped
From mountain to mountain. The men returned slowly
And took up their dropped tools, while a banner of dust
Waved over the gorge on the northwest wind, very high
Above the heads of the forest.
Some distance west of the road,
On the promontory above the triangle
Of glittering ocean that fills the gorge-mouth,
A woman and a lame man from the farm below
Had been watching, and turned to go down the hill. The young
woman looked back,
Widening her violet eyes under the shade of her hand. 'I think
they'll blast again in a minute.'
And the man: 'I wish they'd let the poor old road be. I don't
like improvements.' 'Why not?' 'They bring in the world;
We're well without it.' His lameness gave him some look of age
but he was young too; tall and thin-faced,
With a high wavering nose. 'Isn't he amusing,' she said, 'that
boy Rick Armstrong, the dynamite man,
How slowly he walks away after he lights the fuse. He loves to
show off. Reave likes him, too,'
She added; and they clambered down the path in the rock-face,
little dark specks
Between the great headland rock and the bright blue sea.

II
The road-workers had made their camp
North of this headland, where the sea-cliff was broken down and
sloped to a cove. The violet-eyed woman's husband,
Reave Thurso, rode down the slope to the camp in the gorgeous
autumn sundown, his hired man Johnny Luna
Riding behind him. The road-men had just quit work and four
or five were bathing in the purple surf-edge,
The others talked by the tents; blue smoke fragrant with food
and oak-wood drifted from the cabin stove-pipe
And slowly went fainting up the vast hill.
Thurso drew rein by
a group of men at a tent door
And frowned at them without speaking, square-shouldered and
heavy-jawed, too heavy with strength for so young a man,
He chose one of the men with his eyes. 'You're Danny Woodruff,

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Baila Sexy Thing

BAILA "sexy thing"
di Zucchero / Robyx - Zucchero
Adesso credo nei miracoli
In questa notte di tequila boom boom
Sei cosa sexy cosa, sexy thing, .. ormai
Ti ho messo gli occhi addosso.. e lo sai
Che devi avere un caos dentro di te
x far fiorire una stella che balla
Inferno e paradiso dentro di te
La luna e' un sole guarda come brilla
Baby the night is on fire
Siamo fiamme nel cielo
Lampi in mezzo al buio what you say
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Vai chica vai cocca che mi sa cocca
Che questa sera qualche cosa ti tocca
Ho un cuore d'oro sai il cuore di un santo
x cosi' poco me la merito tanto
Baby the night is on fire
Siamo fiamme nel cielo
Scandalo nel buio what you say
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Baila, under the moonlight
Sotto questa luna piena
Baila morena.. yeah yeah yeah
You got me hurtin so bad, so bad
I got to have it, so bad
What you say
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
E daila, under the moonlight
Sotto questa luna piena
Daila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Sotto questa luna piena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight

song performed by Zucchero
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Ms Luna Is Ticked

Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
By stirring up the waters.
And on us storm.

Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
By controlling all the fluids.
And to us she's gonna do it.

Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
But she has tired of our wickedness.
And this has gotten to her quick.
She's tired of those things we've done,
Making her sick.
And getting to the bottom of it,
She's gon' let it rip!

Ms Luna...
Is ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
She's tired of those things we've done,
Making her sick.
And getting to the bottom of it,
She's gon' let it rip!
By controlling all the fluids.
And to us she's gonna do it.
To convince,
Ms Luna...
Is ticked!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alma Desnuda

SOY un alma desnuda en estos versos,
Alma desnuda que angustiada y sola
Va dejando sus pétalos dispersos.

Alma que puede ser una amapola,
Que puede ser un lirio, una violeta,
Un peñasco, una selva y una ola.

Alma que como el viento vaga inquieta
Y ruge cuando está sobre los mares,
Y duerme dulcemente en una grieta.

Alma que adora sobre sus altares,
Dioses que no se bajan a cegarla;
Alma que no conoce valladares.

Alma que fuera fácil dominarla
Con sólo un corazón que se partiera
Para en su sangre cálida regarla.

Alma que cuando está en la primavera
Dice al inviemo que demora: vuelve,
Caiga tu nieve sobre la pradera.

Alma que cuando nieva se disuelve
En tristezas, clamando por las rosas
Con que la primavera nos envuelve.

Alma que a ratos suelta mariposas
A campo abierto, sin fijar distancia,
Y les dice libad sobre las cosas.

Alma que ha de morir de una fragancia,
De un suspiro, de un verso en que se ruega,
Sin perder, a poderlo, su elegancia.

Alma que nada sabe y todo niega
Y negando lo bueno el bien propicia
Porque es negando como más se entrega,

Alma que suele haber como delicia
Palpar las almas, despreciar la huella,
Y sentir en la mano una caricia.

Alma que siempre disconforme de ella,
Como los vientos vaga, corre y gira;
Alma que sangra y sin cesar delira
Por ser el buque en marcha de la estrella.

poem by Alfonsina Storni
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Otra Vez

Otra vez, cuando cerr los ojos
Fue tu imagen la que vi
Otra vez, al hundirme en unos brazos
Fue tu abrazo el que sent
Otra vez, al contacto de otro cuerpo
Que me hiciera suspirar
Tuve ganas de llorar, cuando abr los ojos
Me di cuenta que haba otro ocupando tu lugar
Otra vez, he vuelto a imaginarme
Que te hallabas junto a m
Otra vez, susurraron a mi oido
Y fue tu voz la que yo o
Otra vez, de nuevo abr los ojos
Y ante mi revelacin, que desilusin
Otra vez, he vuelto a darme cuenta
Que he perdido la razn
Otra vez, de nuevo abr los ojos
Y ante mi revelacin, que desilusin
Otra vez, he vuelto a darme cuenta
Que he perdido la razn
Otra vez, de nuevo abr los ojos
Y ante mi revelacin, que desilusin
Otra vez, he vuelto a darme cuenta
Que he perdido la razn

song performed by Gloria Estefan
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Baila (Sex Thing)

It blows my mind now that I found you
Deep in the night of tequila boom boom
Slide by me, sexy thing, sexy and fine
I got my eyes on you all of the time.....yeah
Youve got to have chaos burnin in you
To make you open like a flower in bloom
Hell lives inside you next to paradise
The moon and sun have come to watch your shine
Baby, the night is on fire
Yea, were flames in the sky
Flashin through the night.....what you say?
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Go chica, go cocca keep it all shakin
You know tonight somethins up for the takin
My heart is gold, heart of a saint
With you beside me girl, oh, then I aint
Baby, the night is on fire
Yea, were flames in the sky
A scandal in the night.....what you say?
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Baila, under the moonlight
Sotto questa luna piena
Baila morena.....yeah yeah yeah
You got me hurtin so bad, so bad
I got to have it, so bad
Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Baila, under the moonlight
Sotto questa luna piena
Baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Sotto questa luna piena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight.

song performed by Zucchero
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