<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690</id><updated>2011-12-18T08:37:01.376-08:00</updated><category term='Crush'/><category term='Bon Jovi'/><category term='Con cierto aire a ti'/><category term='Plumb'/><category term='Chaotic Resolve'/><category term='Voy a pasarmelo bien'/><category term='James Blunt'/><category term='Guns N&apos; Roses'/><category term='Mago de oz'/><category term='La ciudad de los árboles'/><category term='Chinese democracy'/><category term='Fernando Delgadillo'/><category term='The Best Oz'/><category term='Hombres G'/><category term='Back to Bedlam'/><title type='text'>The soundtrack of my life</title><subtitle type='html'>Música, poesía y demás que va teniendo algún significado en mi vida.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yayis Adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814450167705637583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690.post-2527576831860397041</id><published>2011-12-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:13:18.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaotic Resolve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plumb'/><title type='text'>I can't do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Letra y Música: Matt Bronleewe, Tiffany Arbuckle Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Interpreta: Plumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Album: Chaotic Resolve&amp;nbsp;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I woke up late&lt;br /&gt;Guess I’m  never really early&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate, only to fail&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired, of  procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;I need a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t  do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this by myself&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;Oh  God, I need Your help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m standing still&lt;br /&gt;I’m  oh, so peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pretend, that I’m fine&lt;br /&gt;I get so ill, crazy,  agitated&lt;br /&gt;When I’ve not really died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t  do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this by myself&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;Oh  God, I need Your help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Press into me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me  in&lt;br /&gt;Bask in me&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be free to do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t  do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this by myself&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;Oh  God, I need Your help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t  do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this by myself&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this&lt;br /&gt;Oh  God, I need Your help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Un poco tarde esta canción.... quería bloggearla hace como dos o tres semanas, pero por alguna razón no consigo hacer nada de lo que planeo mientras estoy en Pueblo Quieto. Sin mas que añadir, disfrutenla!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830242460886763690-2527576831860397041?l=lifesoundrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2527576831860397041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/2527576831860397041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/2527576831860397041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-do-this.html' title='I can&apos;t do this'/><author><name>Yayis Adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814450167705637583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690.post-2979247938870970884</id><published>2011-10-24T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:34:07.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese democracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns N&apos; Roses'/><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Letra y Música: Rose, Carroll, Mantia, Scaturro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Interpreta: Guns N' Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Album: Chinese Democracy (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You like to hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You know that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You like to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;In some way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;That it's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;An not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(But we know that isn't true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You like to have me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Jump an be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Don't want to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I won't act the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You thought they'd make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Behave and submit (submit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;What were you thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cause I don't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I won't give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;To hell with the pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm not cavin' in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You know that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Got under your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You sold your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But I won't let you win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You talk too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You say I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Difference is nobody cares about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You've got all the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You know everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Why nobody asked you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;'s a mystery to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm sorry for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Not sorry for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You don't know who in the hell to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Or not to belive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm sorry for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Not sorry for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You don't know who you can trust now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Or you should belive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You should belive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You don't know who you can trust now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Or you should belive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;All well an good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'll kick your ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Like I said that I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You tell them stories they'd rather belive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Use an confuse them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;They're numb and naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Truth is the truth hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Don't you agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;It's harder to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;With the truth about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Than to live with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The lies about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Nobody owes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Not one goddamn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You know where to put your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Just shut up and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm sorry fory you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Not sorry for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You don't know who in the hell to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Or not to belive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm sorry for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Not sorry for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You chose to hurt those that love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;An won't set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Won't set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You chose to hurt those that love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;An won't set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Anyone else to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sorry for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You've got no heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;All that you've done for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I know the reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You tear me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;=================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hasta hace&amp;nbsp;algunos años yo no sabía lo que era buena música (citando a Knives Chau)... y todavía sigo en la curva de descubrimiento. La primera canción que AME de Guns n' roses fue Sympathy for the devil.... y para ese entonces ya era muy tarde para que escuchara alguna vez en vivo a la alineación original. Ahora solo me queda desear que algún milagro o una crisis económica haga que Slash y Axl vuelvan a hablarse (ya que anoche rompieron todas mis ilusiones con respecto a los viajes al pasado).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Probablemente mi canción favorita de este disco, para su placer musical:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jCDtMR03clQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;También les dejo el video ORIGINAL de la caida de Axl en la Cd de México el 19 de octubre de 2011, tomado por mi amigo Daniel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tx3Mn5FZ1PU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830242460886763690-2979247938870970884?l=lifesoundrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2979247938870970884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/2979247938870970884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/2979247938870970884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Yayis Adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814450167705637583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jCDtMR03clQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690.post-3363199032085543277</id><published>2011-10-13T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:14:58.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago de oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best Oz'/><title type='text'>Adios Dulcinea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Letra y Música:Kosta Vázquez y Txus Di Fellatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Interpreta: Mago de Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Album: The Best Oz Rarezas Auténticas (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;He decidido escribirte&lt;br /&gt;Después de tanto llorar&lt;br /&gt;Mis lágrimas son hoy estos versos que&lt;br /&gt;Tu ausencia nunca podrá borrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Me voy como vine a tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Sin hacer ruido me despido, me voy&lt;br /&gt;Pero me cuesta tanto olvidarte mi amor &lt;br /&gt;Me cuesta tanto decirte adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Hoy he vuelto a entender que jamás volverán&lt;br /&gt;Aquellos paseos de vuelta al hotel&lt;br /&gt;En que tú me empujabas para no perder&lt;br /&gt;Ni un solo instante en hacer el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dejaré de verte crecer&lt;br /&gt;Me marcho a vivir&lt;br /&gt;Donde habita el olvido&lt;br /&gt;E intentaré buscar&lt;br /&gt;Otro camino, otro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cada vez que intento perder&lt;br /&gt;El miedo a caer&lt;br /&gt;Me tropiezo en mí mismo&lt;br /&gt;Y dejo escapar&lt;br /&gt;A quien me ha querido&lt;br /&gt;Y me quedo sin luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;El suelo de mi vida se viste&lt;br /&gt;Se abriga con hojas de un adiós&lt;br /&gt;Mi destino es amar y despedirme&lt;br /&gt;Pedir permiso para vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Te dejaste olvidados en cada rincón&lt;br /&gt;De mi alma, trocitos de tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Te dejaste olvidado en mi alma tu olor&lt;br /&gt;Dormía abrazado a una flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dejaré de verte crecer&lt;br /&gt;Me marcho a vivir&lt;br /&gt;Donde habita el olvido&lt;br /&gt;E intentaré buscar&lt;br /&gt;otro camino, otro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y no sé si me perderé &lt;br /&gt;O me encontraré&lt;br /&gt;Me siento tan solo&lt;br /&gt;Pero a mi infierno iré&lt;br /&gt;En busca de todo lo que no te di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Hoy he vuelto a entender que jamás volverás&lt;br /&gt;A acariciarme antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Y pegada a mi pecho me pidas que&lt;br /&gt;Te abrace y no te deje ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dejaré de verte crecer&lt;br /&gt;Me tengo que ir&lt;br /&gt;Y encontrar mi camino&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca olvidaré&lt;br /&gt;lo que me has querido, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dejaré de verte crecer&lt;br /&gt;Me marcho a vivir&lt;br /&gt;Donde habita el olvido &lt;br /&gt;E intentaré buscar&lt;br /&gt;Otro camino, otro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cada vez que intento perder &lt;br /&gt;El miedo a caer&lt;br /&gt;Me tropiezo en mí mismo&lt;br /&gt;Y dejo escapar&lt;br /&gt;A quien me ha querido&lt;br /&gt;Y me quedo sin luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Adiós, mi vida, me voy&lt;br /&gt;Te dejo marchar&lt;br /&gt;Viviré en tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Jamás te olvidaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Adiós Dulcinea, me voy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y si nos volvemos a ver&lt;br /&gt;Sólo abrázame&lt;br /&gt;Sigo siendo aquel niño &lt;br /&gt;Con miedo a madurar&lt;br /&gt;Duermo pegado a tu foto, mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Adios Dulcinea, mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830242460886763690-3363199032085543277?l=lifesoundrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690.post-3273886833700523597</id><published>2011-07-31T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:53:31.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Blunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to Bedlam'/><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Letra y Música: James Blunt, Ricky Ross, Jimmy Hogarth, Sacha Skarbek, Amanda Ghost, Guy Chambers&lt;br /&gt;Interpreta: James Blund&lt;br /&gt;Album: Back to Bedlam (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;========================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;En enero de este año lloré mucho mientras escuchaba los acordes de esta canción. La tercera frase me sigue haciendo dudar. Afortunadamente todo va bien ahora y puedo disfrutar el hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830242460886763690-3273886833700523597?l=lifesoundrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3273886833700523597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbye-my-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/3273886833700523597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/3273886833700523597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye my lover'/><author><name>Yayis Adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814450167705637583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690.post-6996590869442424904</id><published>2011-05-27T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:28:01.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voy a pasarmelo bien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hombres G'/><title type='text'>Te necesito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Interpreta: Hombres G &lt;br /&gt;Album: Voy a pasarmelo bien (1990)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Siempre quieres parecerte&lt;br /&gt;a tantas cosas que no eres&lt;br /&gt;viajar en coches deportivos&lt;br /&gt;acostarte con mujeres&lt;br /&gt;No puedo dormir&lt;br /&gt;estoy tan solo aquí&lt;br /&gt;y te necesito&lt;br /&gt;yo te necesito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;He generado tanto odio,&lt;br /&gt;tanto odio y tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;que a veces creo volverme loco&lt;br /&gt;viendo cómo sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;dentro de esta habitación.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que como a cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;algo me sorprendiera&lt;br /&gt;y te necesito&lt;br /&gt;yo te necesito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;El techo es tan alto&lt;br /&gt;y tan fría la pared&lt;br /&gt;y tengo, tanto miedo&lt;br /&gt;de perderme o desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Siempre que tengas futuro,&lt;br /&gt;verás delante la autopista&lt;br /&gt;soy un piloto de la Segunda Guerra&lt;br /&gt;una ola que se eleva&lt;br /&gt;nadie sabe mi misión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sobrevuelo América&lt;br /&gt;y sólo pienso en ti,&lt;br /&gt;y te necesito&lt;br /&gt;yo te necesito&lt;br /&gt;ya nada me importa, sólo tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;yo te necesito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;======================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Reflexionando acerca de las cosas que son importantes, de las cosas que estamos dispuestos a sacrificar y de las cosas por las que vale la pena aguantar.&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez le han dado gusto a alguien a costa de su propia felicidad? Cuál es el límite entre un berrinche y algo que de verdad te lastima? Que duele mas, ocultar la cruda verdad o decir aquello que va a herir a los demás?&lt;br /&gt;Y si ya nada me importa.... SOLO TU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830242460886763690-6996590869442424904?l=lifesoundrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6996590869442424904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/05/te-necesito.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/6996590869442424904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/6996590869442424904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/05/te-necesito.html' title='Te necesito'/><author><name>Yayis Adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814450167705637583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690.post-4784274183558189859</id><published>2011-03-17T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:55:35.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Jovi'/><title type='text'>It's my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Letra y Música: Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, Max Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Interpreta: Bon Jovi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Album: Crush (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a song for the broken-hearted      &lt;br /&gt;No silent prayer for the faith-departed     &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd     &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna hear my voice     &lt;br /&gt;When I shout it out loud     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life     &lt;br /&gt;It's now or never     &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever     &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive      &lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)     &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway     &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said     &lt;br /&gt;I did it my way     &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live while I'm alive      &lt;br /&gt;It's my life     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who stood their ground      &lt;br /&gt;For Tommy and Gina who never backed down     &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake     &lt;br /&gt;Luck ain't even lucky     &lt;br /&gt;Got to make your own breaks     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life     &lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never     &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever     &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive     &lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)     &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway     &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said     &lt;br /&gt;I did it my way     &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive     &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's my life      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better stand tall when they're calling you out     &lt;br /&gt;Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life     &lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never     &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't gonna live forever     &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive     &lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)     &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway      &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said     &lt;br /&gt;I did it my way     &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life     &lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never     &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't gonna live forever      &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive     &lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)     &lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway     &lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said     &lt;br /&gt;I did it my way     &lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive    &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Esta canción me puso a pensar mucho, el hecho de escucharla en el día que redactaba mis objetivos fue casi como una llamada de atención para centrarme en ello. Recordar a donde quería llegar, analizar los motivos que me han alejado de alli y replantearme lo que realmente quiero hacer. Mi objetivo esta indefinido, pero tengo una extraña sensación de felicidad que no me permite preocuparme al respecto... o tal vez solo estoy demasiado cansada para hacerlo. No se si necesito un descanso para pensarlo o si prefiero no darle muchos rodeos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hoy me re-encontré con algunas personas que antes veía tan lejanas, tan ajenas, tan superiores. Eso me hizo darme cuenta cuanto he madurado, cuanto he avanzado; ya no los siento tan distantes. Aunque una vez mas, no se en que dirección estoy moviendome. He abandonado muchas de las cosas que me hacían ser quien soy y aunque no me molestan por si mismas, no puedo dejar de pensar que cada día pierdo un poco de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; I just want to live while I'm alive.... can I do it like Frankie said???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830242460886763690-4784274183558189859?l=lifesoundrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4784274183558189859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/4784274183558189859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/4784274183558189859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s my life'/><author><name>Yayis Adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814450167705637583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690.post-5620944159374607828</id><published>2011-01-18T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:30:35.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Con cierto aire a ti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Delgadillo'/><title type='text'>Con Cierto Aire a Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Letra y Música: L. Y M. F. Delgadillo&lt;br /&gt;Interpreta: Fernando Delgadillo&lt;br /&gt;Album: Con cierto aire a ti (1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viento trae esta tarde el olor &lt;br /&gt;que se acusa en algunas maderas&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez sea que comienzo a pensar&lt;br /&gt;en tu pelo cuando te lo sueltas. &lt;br /&gt;Y emite un aroma tan particular, &lt;br /&gt;que tan sólo he podido volver a encontrar &lt;br /&gt;en el soplo que invierno ha acercado&lt;br /&gt;hasta aquí,&lt;br /&gt;para insinuar la víspera de primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que invierno siempre ha olido así &lt;br /&gt;como guarda tu pelo &lt;br /&gt;ese olor a maderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tarde habita en tus ojos castaños, &lt;br /&gt;con el aire antaño que siempre perdura,&lt;br /&gt;cuando te estoy esperando,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me encuentro con una&lt;br /&gt;infinita mañana camino a alargarse, &lt;br /&gt;como temporada de frío que en mi espalda se queda&lt;br /&gt;hasta que la tarde se acomoda &lt;br /&gt;en mí, ella me entibia las ganas. &lt;br /&gt;Por eso me gusta y me gusta decirlo:&lt;br /&gt;la tarde en tus ojos &lt;br /&gt;tiene un aire antiguo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De veras será febrero o soy yo &lt;br /&gt;quien se cuelga del viento, &lt;br /&gt;como de tu aliento. &lt;br /&gt;A veces cierro los ojos, porque detesto mirar que &lt;br /&gt;el bálsamo que respiro &lt;br /&gt;tan ávidamente es el viento y no más.&lt;br /&gt;Y a veces lo olvido, pero algo me acuerda &lt;br /&gt;y lo vuelvo a pensar y me digo:&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde te tengo?&lt;br /&gt;¿en dónde no estás?&lt;br /&gt;¿A donde puedo poner la mirada &lt;br /&gt;sin que te tenga que hallar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luz del mundo se marcha a las siete&lt;br /&gt;y yo apenas comienzo a ver bien;&lt;br /&gt;conforme tira a lo obscuro, camino pensando &lt;br /&gt;que sigo tu sombra, &lt;br /&gt;a la vez que un susurro de las &lt;br /&gt;hojas sueltas se va cuchicheando &lt;br /&gt;frases incompletas y a veces &lt;br /&gt;hasta pregunta por ti,&lt;br /&gt;hasta pregunta por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De veras será febrero o soy yo &lt;br /&gt;quien se cuelga del viento, &lt;br /&gt;como de tu aliento. &lt;br /&gt;A veces cierro los ojos, porque detesto mirar que &lt;br /&gt;el bálsamo que respiro &lt;br /&gt;tan ávidamente es el viento y no más&lt;br /&gt;El viento trae esta tarde el &lt;br /&gt;rumor de tu voz que se pierde a &lt;br /&gt;la luz perezosa del sol y te &lt;br /&gt;imagino acostada, apagando la &lt;br /&gt;luz del candil.&lt;br /&gt;Del mismo modo que miro que &lt;br /&gt;el sol de la tarde, cuando se &lt;br /&gt;recuesta, tiene un aire a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Y miro al último sol de la &lt;br /&gt;tarde como se recuesta, con cierto &lt;br /&gt;aire a ti, por cierto,&lt;br /&gt;con cierto aire a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=======================================&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La recomendación es escuchar esta canción mientras recorres esa ciudad; donde cada esquina tiene un recuerdo, un recuerdo de la persona que amas, un recuerdo de aquellas vivencias cotidianas que impregnaron el lugar con su escencia, un recuerdo de&amp;nbsp;los dos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830242460886763690-5620944159374607828?l=lifesoundrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5620944159374607828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/01/con-cierto-aire-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/5620944159374607828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/5620944159374607828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/01/con-cierto-aire-ti.html' title='Con Cierto Aire a Ti'/><author><name>Yayis Adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814450167705637583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830242460886763690.post-152216816040635355</id><published>2011-01-15T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:08:47.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mago de oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La ciudad de los árboles'/><title type='text'>Sin ti, sería silencio (parte II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="negritas"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Letra: Txus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Música: F. Sánchez “Fortu” &lt;br /&gt;Arreglos, estrofa antes del sólo y melodía del sólo de violín: Txus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Interpreta: Mago de Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Album: La Ciudad De Los Árboles (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que no estás&lt;br /&gt;el escenario duerme&lt;br /&gt;sólo con tu voz despertará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudieras ver&lt;br /&gt;lo mucho que me faltas&lt;br /&gt;mi guitarra se ha muerto de pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada noche es un acto de amor&lt;br /&gt;y el concierto se hace una cama&lt;br /&gt;pero faltas tú, tu respiración&lt;br /&gt;es la nana que me calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti sería silencio&lt;br /&gt;sin ti se muere mi voz&lt;br /&gt;sin ti tiritan de frío&lt;br /&gt;los sueños de cada canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque si no estás &lt;br /&gt;quien me va a curar&lt;br /&gt;de mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;porque sin tu voz &lt;br /&gt;no me curaré, hoy quiero cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que no estás &lt;br /&gt;los minutos se hacen horas&lt;br /&gt;la derrota silba una canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime dónde estás&lt;br /&gt;necesito que tus manos&lt;br /&gt;maten mis miedos al aplaudir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada noche yo te imagino aquí&lt;br /&gt;regalándome tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;abrazándome con brazos de luz&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa era mi almohada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dile a las estrellas &lt;br /&gt;ahora que eres eternidad&lt;br /&gt;que te busque un buen sitio&lt;br /&gt;una buena localidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito oírte &lt;br /&gt;necesito que tu voz&lt;br /&gt;nunca se borre de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti sería silencio&lt;br /&gt;sin ti se muere mi voz&lt;br /&gt;sin ti tiritan de frío&lt;br /&gt;los sueños de cada canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque si no estás &lt;br /&gt;quien me va a curar&lt;br /&gt;de mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;porque sin tu voz &lt;br /&gt;no podré escuchar a un ángel cantar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830242460886763690-152216816040635355?l=lifesoundrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/feeds/152216816040635355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/01/sin-ti-seria-silencio-parte-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/152216816040635355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830242460886763690/posts/default/152216816040635355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesoundrack.blogspot.com/2011/01/sin-ti-seria-silencio-parte-ii.html' title='Sin ti, sería silencio (parte II)'/><author><name>Yayis Adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17814450167705637583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdf_17-NWwk/Tu4WokWorFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nbRvpFwraO8/s220/theatrhythm-final-fantasy-arte-029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
