Este blog contiene imágenes, música, palabras... al margen de la agenda diaria. A mí me ayudan a disfrutar del día a día, de la espera, a sabiendas de que cada día que pasa aunque no vuelva nos transforma.
Showing posts with label Música. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Música. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
VIVA LA VIDA
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you're gone there was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Woahahahah oh, woahahah oh
Woahahahah oh, woahahah oh,
Woahahahah
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
ooooooh ooh oooooh oh ooooooh oh oooooh ooh.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
La Misión: El oboe de Gabriel, de E. Morricone. Solista: Vicente Fernández Martínez
Mario Araque me envía este vídeo. El solista, Vicente Fernández, es su primo. Por un momento hemos recordado los años que pasamos en Madrid. La música amansa y une a las fieras. Quedamos en vernos algún día en Madrid. Tal vez haya ocasión de pasarnos por el auditorio de la capital y disfrutar de unas piezas.
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