<?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-22654502</id><updated>2011-11-05T21:53:38.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...solo soy un Salieri</title><subtitle type='html'>me robo estas canciones para hablar desde ellas mientras me lanzo cielo arriba por la curvas de su melodía</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-6013079086136459890</id><published>2010-06-18T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:19:41.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Las palabras_Páez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A los carroñeros virtuosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DK-nAhjxmD8&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DK-nAhjxmD8&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras hacen trampa&lt;br /&gt;nunca creo en lo que nombran las palabras&lt;br /&gt;las palabras del temblor y el desatino&lt;br /&gt;las palabras que desvíen mi destino&lt;br /&gt;las palabras son sagradas buen amigo&lt;br /&gt;las palabras hacen trampa&lt;br /&gt;nunca creo en lo que nombran las palabras&lt;br /&gt;ahí se esconden muchos tontos importantes&lt;br /&gt;pero como en toda tribu, todo libro y toda casa&lt;br /&gt;las palabras nos enseñan el coraje&lt;br /&gt;las palabras siempre se las lleva el viento&lt;br /&gt;pero yo las necesito, somos dos viejos amantes&lt;br /&gt;muy chiflados, muy astutos, desafiantes&lt;br /&gt;son el arma con la que me das consuelo&lt;br /&gt;el cuchillo que se hunde en mi pellejo&lt;br /&gt;la apariencia siempre bien organizada&lt;br /&gt;las palabras son traiciones de alto vuelo&lt;br /&gt;las palabras me hacen falta&lt;br /&gt;me hacen falta cien millones de palabras&lt;br /&gt;las palabras me hacen trampa&lt;br /&gt;nunca creo en lo que dicen tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;a menos que ellas mismas manifiesten confusión&lt;br /&gt;la tensión entre los versos y el lenguaje&lt;br /&gt;la tensión entre los besos y el amor&lt;br /&gt;son el arma con la que te doy consuelo&lt;br /&gt;el cuchillo que te hundo en el pellejo&lt;br /&gt;la apariencia siempre bien organizada&lt;br /&gt;las palabras son traiciones de alto vuelo&lt;br /&gt;las palabras me hacen falta&lt;br /&gt;me hacen falta mil millones de palabras&lt;br /&gt;las palabras del temblor y el desatino&lt;br /&gt;las palabras que desvíen mi destino&lt;br /&gt;las palabras son sagradas buen amigo&lt;br /&gt;las palabras&lt;br /&gt;no me creo lo que dicen&lt;br /&gt;mis palabras son el centro del misterio&lt;br /&gt;las palabras nos explican lo que nunca entenderemos&lt;br /&gt;si fue cierto, fue mentira&lt;br /&gt;o si al fin fue todo sueño&lt;br /&gt;mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para conocer el origen de este post, tira de este hilo &lt;a href="http://abretucielo.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuando-conoci-binns-el-dia-que-murio.html"&gt;aquí&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-6013079086136459890?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6013079086136459890/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=6013079086136459890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6013079086136459890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6013079086136459890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2010/06/las-palabraspaez.html' title='Las palabras_Páez'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-6212050939617833358</id><published>2010-05-02T08:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T11:16:36.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un senso_Vasco Rossi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...a las desventuradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urKq17C4USg&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urKq17C4USg&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Voglio trovare un senso a questa sera&lt;br /&gt;Anche se questa sera un senso non ce l’ha&lt;br /&gt;Voglio trovare un senso a questa vita&lt;br /&gt;Anche se questa vita un senso non ce l’ha&lt;br /&gt;Voglio trovare un senso a questa storia&lt;br /&gt;Anche se questa storia un senso non ce l’ha&lt;br /&gt;Voglio trovare un senso a questa voglia&lt;br /&gt;Anche se questa voglia un senso non ce l’ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai che cosa penso&lt;br /&gt;Che se non ha un senso&lt;br /&gt;Domani arriverà...&lt;br /&gt;Domani arriverà lo stesso&lt;br /&gt;Senti che bel vento&lt;br /&gt;Non basta mai il tempo&lt;br /&gt;Domani un altro giorno arriverà...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voglio trovare un senso a questa situazione&lt;br /&gt;Anche se questa situazione un senso non ce l’ha&lt;br /&gt;Voglio trovare un senso a questa condizione&lt;br /&gt;Anche se questa condizione un senso non ce l’ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai che cosa penso&lt;br /&gt;Che se non ha un senso&lt;br /&gt;Domani arriverà&lt;br /&gt;Domani arriverà lo stesso&lt;br /&gt;Senti che bel vento&lt;br /&gt;Non basta mai il tempo&lt;br /&gt;Domani un altro giorno arriverà...&lt;br /&gt;Domani un altro giorno... ormai è qua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voglio trovare un senso a tante cose&lt;br /&gt;Anche se tante cose un senso non ce l’ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero encontrarle un sentido a esta noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunque sé que esta noche un sentido no tiene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero encontrarle un sentido a esta vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque sé que esta vida no tiene sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero encontrarle un sentido a esta historia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque sé que esta historia no tiene sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero encontrarle un sentido a estas ganas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque sé que estas ganas no tienen sentido&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes qué pienso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que si no existe un sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mañana llegará&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mañana llegará igualmente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siente el viento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El tiempo nunca alcanza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mañana otro día llegará&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero encontrarle un sentido a esta situación&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunque sé que esta situación no tiene sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiero encontrarle un sentido a esta condición&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunque sé que esta condición no tiene sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes qué pienso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que si no existe un sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mañana llegará&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mañana llegará igualmente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siente el viento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo nunca alcanza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mañana otro día llegará&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero encontrarle un sentido a tantas cosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque sé que tantas cosas no tienen sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nota: el clip de Vasco Rossi está inactivo para ser copiado, pero creo que es una buena buena aproximación al "sentido" de mi post -y al de atentado celeste- subir el clip de la película "Non ti muovere" de Sergio Castellitto con la magistral actuación de Penélope Cruz. No es una obra maestra pero vale la pena verla (o leer la novela de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="prd_name"&gt;Margaret Mazzantini &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;en la que está basada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para ver el post en atentado celeste pincha &lt;a href="http://abretucielo.blogspot.com/2010/05/aqui-londres-dos-mil-diez-una-antologia.html"&gt;aquí.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-6212050939617833358?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6212050939617833358/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=6212050939617833358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6212050939617833358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6212050939617833358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-sensovasco-rossi.html' title='Un senso_Vasco Rossi'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7123915557459820550</id><published>2010-04-06T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:15:03.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Melancolía_Silvio</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBMeGfaY-cA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBMeGfaY-cA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy viene a mí la damisela soledad&lt;br /&gt;con pamela, impertinentes y botón&lt;br /&gt;de amapola en el oleaje de sus vuelos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy la voluble señorita es amistad&lt;br /&gt;y acaricia finamente el corazón&lt;br /&gt;con su más delgado pétalo de hielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso hoy,&lt;br /&gt;gentilmente te convido a pasear&lt;br /&gt;por el patio, hasta el florido pabellón&lt;br /&gt;de aquel árbol que plantaron los abuelos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy el ensueño es como el musgo en el brocal,&lt;br /&gt;dibujando los abismos de un amor&lt;br /&gt;melancólico, sutil, pálido cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene a mí, avanza,&lt;br /&gt;-viene tan despacio-,&lt;br /&gt;viene en una danza&lt;br /&gt;leve del espacio.&lt;br /&gt;Cedo, me hago lacio&lt;br /&gt;y ya vuelo, ave.&lt;br /&gt;Se mece la nave&lt;br /&gt;lenta, como el tul&lt;br /&gt;en la brisa suave,&lt;br /&gt;niña del azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh melancolía, novia silenciosa,&lt;br /&gt;íntima pareja del ayer;&lt;br /&gt;Oh melancolía, amante dichosa,&lt;br /&gt;siempre me arrebata tu placer;&lt;br /&gt;Oh melancolía, señora del tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;beso que retorna como el mar;&lt;br /&gt;Oh melancolía, rosa del aliento,&lt;br /&gt;dime quién me puede amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy viene a mí la damisela soledad&lt;br /&gt;con pamela, impertinentes y botón&lt;br /&gt;de amapola en el oleaje de sus vuelos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy la voluble señorita es amistad&lt;br /&gt;y acaricia finamente el corazón&lt;br /&gt;con su más delgado pétalo de hielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso hoy,&lt;br /&gt;Oh melancolía, señora del tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;beso que retorna como el mar;&lt;br /&gt;Oh melancolía, rosa del aliento,&lt;br /&gt;dime quién me puede amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-7123915557459820550?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7123915557459820550/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=7123915557459820550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7123915557459820550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7123915557459820550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-melancoliasilvio.html' title='Oh Melancolía_Silvio'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8277233267627098254</id><published>2010-01-21T21:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:50:26.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You take my breath away_Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Otro conjuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vlDQUk1VIs&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vlDQUk1VIs&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh take it take it all away&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ooh take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ooh yoooo take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and you'll see I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;You've captured my love stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Every time you make a move you destroy my mind&lt;br /&gt;And the way you touch&lt;br /&gt;I lose control and shiver deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can reduce me to tears with a single sigh&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry breath that you take&lt;br /&gt;Any sound that you make is a whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;I could give up all my life for just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I would surely die if you dismiss me from your love&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't go&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here all by myself&lt;br /&gt;I get ever so lonely from time to time&lt;br /&gt;I will find you anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right behind you&lt;br /&gt;Right until the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;I'll get no sleep TILL I find you&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that you just take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find you anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;Right until the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;I'll get no sleep until I find you&lt;br /&gt;To tell you when I've found you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath take my breath ... away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si quieres ir más allá, pincha &lt;a href="http://abretucielo.blogspot.com/2010/01/conjuro.html"&gt;aquí&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8277233267627098254?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8277233267627098254/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8277233267627098254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8277233267627098254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8277233267627098254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-take-my-breath-awayqueen.html' title='You take my breath away_Queen'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-2751330009200923674</id><published>2010-01-03T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:50:56.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing_Aerosmith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para los que deciden continuar viajando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/py2N-hTPPDc&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/py2N-hTPPDc&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept the right ones out&lt;br /&gt;And let the wrong ones in&lt;br /&gt;Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins&lt;br /&gt;There were times in my life&lt;br /&gt;When I was goin' insane&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to walk through&lt;br /&gt;The pain&lt;br /&gt;When I lost my grip&lt;br /&gt;And I hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,I thought I could leave but couldn't get out the door&lt;br /&gt;I was so sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;Of livin' a lie&lt;br /&gt;I was wishin that I&lt;br /&gt;Would die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Amazing&lt;br /&gt;With the blink of an eye you finally see the light&lt;br /&gt;It's Amazing&lt;br /&gt;When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It's Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one last shot's a Permanent Vacation&lt;br /&gt;And how high can you fly with broken wings?&lt;br /&gt;Life's a journey not a destination&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn to crawl&lt;br /&gt;Before you learn to walk&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't listen to all that righteous talk, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I was out on the street,&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to survive&lt;br /&gt;Scratchin' to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate hearts, desperate hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-2751330009200923674?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2751330009200923674/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=2751330009200923674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2751330009200923674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2751330009200923674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazingaerosmith.html' title='Amazing_Aerosmith'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7666418813129229490</id><published>2009-12-07T22:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:32:31.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Darte Luz_Francesca Ancarola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Letra y música: Elizabeth Morris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que hallazgo más hermoso y asertivo. Esta canción tan propia de un 27 de noviembre, en vez de irse por el desaguadero, fue haciéndose cada vez más mía, con versos que son sentencias, una voz querida (quizás la única opción ante Morris) y un arreglo evocador de tantas jornadas. No sé quién hizo la animación pero podría perfectamente haber sido un yomismo el de esas caminatas cotidianas bajo ese cielo que tanto amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fz8chl6EVb8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fz8chl6EVb8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra no me dejes sola&lt;br /&gt;No te vayas con el viento&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ser también tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;Dibujar tus movimientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no sé como explicarte&lt;br /&gt;Que tu lluvia me hace falta&lt;br /&gt;Que me ate al dulce veneno&lt;br /&gt;De tu amor que se me arranca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dices que tienes miedo que no te atreves a amar de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Yo sólo quiero darte luz cobijar tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;Abre esa ventanita del corazón que has olvidado&lt;br /&gt;antes de que amanezca quiero saber si estás a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia mójame despacio&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que estés desnuda&lt;br /&gt;Yo también puedo mojarte&lt;br /&gt;Repartir mi danza muda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dices que tienes miedo y de repente desapareces&lt;br /&gt;Yo me quedo en silencio como tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;Abre esa ventanita del corazón que estoy llorando&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo quiero darte luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Si quieres conocer de qué atentado celeste salió esta esquirla, haz click&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://abretucielo.blogspot.com/2009/12/jose-emilio-pacheco-o-el-exodo-del.html"&gt;aquí&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-7666418813129229490?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7666418813129229490/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=7666418813129229490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7666418813129229490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7666418813129229490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/12/darte-luzfrancesca-ancarola.html' title='Darte Luz_Francesca Ancarola'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8825977533138954378</id><published>2009-11-06T13:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:03:31.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Milonga del ángel_Piazzolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Una vez más cambio las reglas y una vez más Piazzolla. Salieri sigue hablando de otra forma. Esta vez, con un violín inspirado y un bandeneón que me lleva hacia la orilla sobre una ola mansa, no me arrastra, sólo me lleva, leve, como los pasos de esta milonga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbdakZjHTys&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbdakZjHTys&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nota al margen.&lt;br /&gt;Este maravilloso tema aparece,&lt;br /&gt; junto a otros de Piazzolla,&lt;br /&gt; en otra maravilla llamada&lt;br /&gt;La mejor juventud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8825977533138954378?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8825977533138954378/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8825977533138954378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8825977533138954378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8825977533138954378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/11/milonga-del-angelpiazzolla.html' title='Milonga del ángel_Piazzolla'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-4344205837746575964</id><published>2009-10-11T19:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:50:27.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fountain (soundtrack)</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Esta vez Salieri habla a través de las imágenes maravillosas de esta película. Podría haber estado en Ojos bien cerrados pero esta vez quería compartir aquí la experiencia de este viaje.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-4344205837746575964?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4344205837746575964/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=4344205837746575964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4344205837746575964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4344205837746575964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/10/fountain-soundtrack.html' title='The Fountain (soundtrack)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-932326037871454079</id><published>2009-07-06T01:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:23:14.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vuelvo al sur_Goyeneche (Piazzolla-Solanas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gelman&lt;br /&gt;vuelve al sur&lt;br /&gt;y cuando pasen los años&lt;br /&gt;recuérdamelo a mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7xo_bgNVs0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7xo_bgNVs0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo al sur&lt;br /&gt;Como se vuelve siempre al amor&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a vos&lt;br /&gt;Con mi deseo, con mi temor&lt;br /&gt;Llevo al sur&lt;br /&gt;Como un destino del corazón&lt;br /&gt;Soy del sur&lt;br /&gt;Como los aires del bandoneón&lt;br /&gt;Sueño el sur&lt;br /&gt;Inmensa luna, cielo al revés.&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo al sur&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo abierto y su después&lt;br /&gt;Quiero al sur.&lt;br /&gt;Su buena gente, su dignidad.&lt;br /&gt;Siento al sur.&lt;br /&gt;Como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero, sur . . .&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero, sur . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-932326037871454079?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/932326037871454079/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=932326037871454079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/932326037871454079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/932326037871454079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/07/vuelvo-al-surgoyeneche-piazzola-solanas.html' title='vuelvo al sur_Goyeneche (Piazzolla-Solanas)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-1126319325437038248</id><published>2009-06-15T01:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:14:15.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>En la sombra del agua_Aznar y Filio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicado a Jaime Sabines, a los poetas y a los amorosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GqeOJpxbpD0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GqeOJpxbpD0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaime, la luna llora sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Suele venir triste&lt;br /&gt;Nada la vuelve nueva hasta hoy&lt;br /&gt;fuiste su amor, fuiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es de metal su corazón&lt;br /&gt;Nada podrá calmarla&lt;br /&gt;Puedo escribir otra canción&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca salvarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime para un poema de amor&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tu voz canta&lt;br /&gt;Los amorosos vienen por ti&lt;br /&gt;Callan por que les faltas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaneció sin porvenir&lt;br /&gt;El sueño, la palabra&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estarás para vivir&lt;br /&gt;En la sombra del agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta si nos miraras en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Sueña tu sueño del alma&lt;br /&gt;Que hay tanto para sentirte como esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo escrito que nos ampara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta si nos miraras en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Sueña tu sueño del alma&lt;br /&gt;Que hay tanto para sentirte como esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo escrito que nos ampara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime, la luna llora sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Suele venir triste&lt;br /&gt;Nada la vuelve nueva hasta hoy&lt;br /&gt;fuiste su amor, fuiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canción compuesta por Alejandro Filio pero este arreglo maravilloso es de Pedro Aznar. Esta versión se puede encontrar en el disco Mudras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-1126319325437038248?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1126319325437038248/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=1126319325437038248&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/1126319325437038248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/1126319325437038248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/06/en-la-sombra-del-aguaaznar-y-filio.html' title='En la sombra del agua_Aznar y Filio'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-5186825460539060383</id><published>2009-05-25T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:24:28.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>adios nonino_piazzolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="description"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in memoriam Mario Beneddetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTPec8z5vdY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTPec8z5vdY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Astor Piazzola interpreta "Adios Nonino" con la Sinfónica "Cologne Radio Orchestra" de&lt;br /&gt;Alemania. Extraído del documental "Astor Piazzolla: The Next Tango"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-5186825460539060383?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5186825460539060383/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=5186825460539060383&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5186825460539060383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5186825460539060383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/adios-noninopiazzolla.html' title='adios nonino_piazzolla'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-586070487352066791</id><published>2009-05-05T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:53:53.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne me quitte pas_Maysa</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dedicado a los escritores, a sus musas y a sus obras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzI8UwuPDhs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzI8UwuPDhs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Il faut oublier&lt;br /&gt;Tout peut s'oublier&lt;br /&gt;Qui s'enfuit déjà&lt;br /&gt;Oublier le temps&lt;br /&gt;Des malentendus&lt;br /&gt;Et le temps perdu&lt;br /&gt;A savoir comment&lt;br /&gt;Oublier ces heures&lt;br /&gt;Qui tuaient parfois&lt;br /&gt;A coups de pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Le coeur du bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Moi je t'offrirai&lt;br /&gt;Des perles de pluie&lt;br /&gt;Venues de pays&lt;br /&gt;Où il ne pleut pas&lt;br /&gt;Je creuserai la terre&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'après ma mort&lt;br /&gt;Pour couvrir ton corps&lt;br /&gt;D'or et de lumière&lt;br /&gt;Je ferai un domaine&lt;br /&gt;Où l'amour sera roi&lt;br /&gt;Où l'amour sera loi&lt;br /&gt;Où tu seras reine&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Je t'inventerai&lt;br /&gt;Des mots insensés&lt;br /&gt;Que tu comprendras&lt;br /&gt;Je te parlerai&lt;br /&gt;De ces amants-là&lt;br /&gt;Qui ont vu deux fois&lt;br /&gt;Leurs coeurs s'embraser&lt;br /&gt;Je te raconterai&lt;br /&gt;L'histoire de ce roi&lt;br /&gt;Mort de n'avoir pas&lt;br /&gt;Pu te rencontrer&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;On a vu souvent&lt;br /&gt;Rejaillir le feu&lt;br /&gt;De l'ancien volcan&lt;br /&gt;Qu'on croyait trop vieux&lt;br /&gt;Il est paraît-il&lt;br /&gt;Des terres brûlées&lt;br /&gt;Donnant plus de blé&lt;br /&gt;Qu'un meilleur avril&lt;br /&gt;Et quand vient le soir&lt;br /&gt;Pour qu'un ciel flamboie&lt;br /&gt;Le rouge et le noir&lt;br /&gt;Ne s'épousent-ils pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais plus pleurer&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais plus parler&lt;br /&gt;Je me cacherai là&lt;br /&gt;A te regarder&lt;br /&gt;Danser et sourire&lt;br /&gt;Et à t'écouter&lt;br /&gt;Chanter et puis rire&lt;br /&gt;Laisse-moi devenir&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ton ombre&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ta main&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ton chien&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traducción:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes&lt;br /&gt;Hay que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Todo se puede olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Lo que ya se fue&lt;br /&gt;Olvidar el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;De los malos entendidos&lt;br /&gt;Y el tiempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Para aclararlos&lt;br /&gt;Olvidar esas horas&lt;br /&gt;Que mataban a veces&lt;br /&gt;A golpes de porqués&lt;br /&gt;al corazón de la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;Yo te ofreceré&lt;br /&gt;perlas de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;venidas de países&lt;br /&gt;donde no llueve.&lt;br /&gt;Yo escarbaré la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Hasta después de mi muerte&lt;br /&gt;Para cubrir tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;De oro y de luz&lt;br /&gt;Yo haré un reino&lt;br /&gt;Donde el amor será rey&lt;br /&gt;Donde el amor será ley&lt;br /&gt;Donde tu serás reina.&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;Yo te inventaré&lt;br /&gt;Palabras locas&lt;br /&gt;Que tu comprenderás&lt;br /&gt;Yo te hablaré&lt;br /&gt;De esos amantes&lt;br /&gt;Que han visto por dos veces&lt;br /&gt;Arder sus corazones.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te contaré&lt;br /&gt;La historia de un rey&lt;br /&gt;Que murió por no haber&lt;br /&gt;Podido encontrarte.&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;Se ha visto a menudo&lt;br /&gt;Resurgir el fuego&lt;br /&gt;Del antiguo volcán&lt;br /&gt;Que se creía demasiado viejo.&lt;br /&gt;Existen tierras quemadas&lt;br /&gt;Que dan más trigo&lt;br /&gt;que un mejor abril&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando viene la noche&lt;br /&gt;para que un cielo arda&lt;br /&gt;El rojo y el negro&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso no se unen?&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;No voy a llorar&lt;br /&gt;No voy a hablar&lt;br /&gt;Yo me ocultaré&lt;br /&gt;Para mirarte&lt;br /&gt;bailar y sonreír&lt;br /&gt;Y escucharte&lt;br /&gt;cantar y después reír&lt;br /&gt;Déjame volverme&lt;br /&gt;La sombra de tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;La sombra de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;La sombra de tu perro&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(busquen la versión de Verónika Silva... simplemente la mejor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-586070487352066791?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/586070487352066791/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=586070487352066791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/586070487352066791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/586070487352066791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/05/ne-me-quitte-pasmaysa.html' title='Ne me quitte pas_Maysa'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7158603804229810436</id><published>2009-04-19T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:39:12.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sozinho_caetano veloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wb4RauhteFA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wb4RauhteFA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, no silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico ali sonhando acordado, juntando&lt;br /&gt;o antes, o agora e o depois&lt;br /&gt;por que você me deixa tão solto?&lt;br /&gt;por que você não cola em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Tô me sentindo muito sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nem quero ser o seu dono&lt;br /&gt;É que um carinho às vezes cai bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho meus segredos e planos secretos&lt;br /&gt;só abro pra você mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;por que você me esquece e some?&lt;br /&gt;e se eu me interessar por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;e se ela, de repente, me ganha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;é claro que a gente cuida&lt;br /&gt;fala que me ama&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7158603804229810436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7158603804229810436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/sozinhocaetano-veloso.html' title='sozinho_caetano veloso'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7820364113380311975</id><published>2009-04-03T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:27:06.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never love this way again_Dionne Warwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You looked inside my fantasies and made each one come true,&lt;br /&gt;something no one else had ever found a way to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've kept the mem'ries one by one, since you took me in;&lt;br /&gt;and I know I'll never love this way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never love this way again,&lt;br /&gt;so I keep holdin' on before the good is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never love this way again,&lt;br /&gt;hold on, hold on, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool will lose tomorrow reaching back for yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn my head in sorrow if you should go away.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand here and remember just how good it's been,&lt;br /&gt;and I know I'll never love this way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never love this way again,&lt;br /&gt;so I keep holdin' on before the good is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never love this way again,&lt;br /&gt;hold on, hold on, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never love this way again,&lt;br /&gt;so I keep holdin' on before the good is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never love this way again,&lt;br /&gt;hold on, hold on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Words by Will Jennings: Music by Richard Kerr&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-7820364113380311975?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7820364113380311975/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=7820364113380311975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7820364113380311975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7820364113380311975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-never-love-this-way-againdionne.html' title='I&apos;ll never love this way again_Dionne Warwick'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' 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allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Empty spaces - what are we living for&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned places - I guess we know the score&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hero, another mindless crime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the curtain, in the pantomime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on, yeah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart is breaking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My make - up may be flaking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my smile still stays on&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another heartache, another failed romance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm learning (I'm learning learning learning)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be warmer now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be turning (turning turning turning)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round the corner now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the dawn is breaking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on, yeah yeah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, inside my heart is breaking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My make - up may be flaking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my smile still stays on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fly - my friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll face it with a grin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never giving in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On - with the show&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find the will to carry on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the show&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the show&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show - the show must go on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;El espectáculo debe continuar (traducción)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Espacios vacíos - ¿para qué vivimos?&lt;br /&gt;lugares abandonados - Creo que sabemos lo que pasa&lt;br /&gt;Sigue y sigue, ¿alguien sabe qué estamos buscando?...&lt;br /&gt;Otro héroe, otro crimen descerebrado&lt;br /&gt;Tras la cortina, en la pantomima&lt;br /&gt;Mantén la fila, ¿alguien quiere seguir aceptándolo?&lt;br /&gt;El espectáculo debe continuar&lt;br /&gt;El espectáculo debe continuar, yeah&lt;br /&gt;En mi interior mi corazón se está rompiendo&lt;br /&gt;Mi maquillaje puede estar descascarándose&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi sonrisa todavía sigue&lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cualquier cosa que pase, lo dejaré al destino&lt;br /&gt;otro dolor de cabeza, otro romance fallido&lt;br /&gt;Sigue y sigue, ¿alguien sabe para qué estamos viviendo?&lt;br /&gt;Creo que estoy aprendiendo (He aprendiendo, aprendiendo, aprendiendo)&lt;br /&gt;Debo ser más cálido ahora&lt;br /&gt;Pronto torceré (torceré, torceré, torceré)&lt;br /&gt;La esquina, ahora&lt;br /&gt;Afuera el amanecer se está deshaciendo&lt;br /&gt;Pero en la oscuridad del interior, sufro para ser libre&lt;br /&gt;El espectáculo debe continuar&lt;br /&gt;El espectáculo debe continuar, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, en mi interior mi corazón se está rompiendo&lt;br /&gt;Mi maquillaje puede estar descascarándose&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi sonrisa todavía sigue&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mi alma está pintada como las alas de las mariposas&lt;br /&gt;Las hadas del ayer crecerán pero nunca morirán&lt;br /&gt;Puedo volar - amigos míos&lt;br /&gt;El espectáculo debe continuar (continuar, continuar, continuar) yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;El espectáculo debe continuar (continuar, continuar, continuar)&lt;br /&gt;Lo enfrentaré con una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me rendiré&lt;br /&gt;Adelante - con el espectáculo&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;oh, encabezaré el reparto, estaré por delante&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que encontrar el modo de continuar&lt;br /&gt;Adelante con el espectáculo&lt;br /&gt;Adelante con el espectáculo&lt;br /&gt;El espectáculo - el espectáculo debe continuar&lt;br /&gt;Continuar, continuar, continuar, continuar, continuar&lt;br /&gt;Continuar, continuar, continuar, continuar, continuar&lt;br /&gt;Continuar, continuar, continuar, continuar, continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Continuar, continuar, continuar, continuar, continuar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuar, continuar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-3637107331908632929?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3637107331908632929/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=3637107331908632929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3637107331908632929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3637107331908632929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/03/show-must-go-onthe-queen.html' title='the show must go on_queen'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7159293446033983319</id><published>2009-02-25T03:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:17:03.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RESUMEN DE NOTICIAS_silvio</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6IKxH-AFg2A&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6IKxH-AFg2A&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;He estado al alcance de todos los bolsillos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    porque no cuesta nada mirarse para adentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    He estado al alcance de todas la manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    que han querido tocar mi mano amigamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    Pero, pobre de mi, no he estado con los presos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    de su propia cabeza acomodada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    no he estado en los que ríen con solo media risa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    los delimitadores de las primaveras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    No he estado en los archivos ni en las papelerías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    y se me archiva en copias y no en originales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    No he estado en los mercados grandes de la palabra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    pero he dicho lo mío a tiempo y sonriente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    No he estado enumerando las manchas en el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    pues sé que en una sola mancha cabe el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    He procurado ser un gran mortificado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    para, si mortifico, no vayan a acusarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    Aunque se dice que me sobran enemigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    todo el mundo me escucha bien quedo cuando canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    Yo he preferido hablar de cosas imposibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    porque de lo posible se sabe demasiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    He preferido el polvo así, sencillamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    pues la palabra amor aún me suena hueco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    He preferido un golpe así, de vez en cuando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    porque la inmunidad me carcome los huesos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    Agradezco la participación de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    los que colaboraron en esta melodía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    Se debe subrayar la importante tarea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    de los perseguidores de cualquier nacimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    Si alguien que me escucha se viera retratado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    sépase que se hace con ese destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    Cualquier reclamación que sea sin membrete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;    Buenas noches, amigos y enemigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-7159293446033983319?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7159293446033983319/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=7159293446033983319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7159293446033983319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7159293446033983319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/fusil-contra-fusilsilvio.html' title='RESUMEN DE NOTICIAS_silvio'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-1761472318041834069</id><published>2009-02-14T21:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:50:54.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No quiero enamorarme más_Baglioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClCHS5FqBDs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClCHS5FqBDs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenía ella mi edad,&lt;br /&gt;diez años poco más&lt;br /&gt;Y un día me casé por juego,&lt;br /&gt;primera decepción&lt;br /&gt;Fue cuando me dejó&lt;br /&gt;por perseguir una cometa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegó un día que no olvidaré jamas,&lt;br /&gt;Mi padre fue por su camino,&lt;br /&gt;amor o aventura&lt;br /&gt;No sé pero fue duro y a una estrella dije no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero enamorarme más,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón sabrá, un vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;El amor todo lo toma y nada da.&lt;br /&gt;Quién eres tú chiquilla mía,&lt;br /&gt;inútil es que estés siempre en mis sueños sí.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero enamorarme más,&lt;br /&gt;es triste y es así un vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;El amor que acaso está ahora aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te hablo yo de amor&lt;br /&gt;te mueres de emoción,&lt;br /&gt;la vida en fondo es canción,&lt;br /&gt;si el corazon late&lt;br /&gt;muy fuerte junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;no sé explicarme que cosa es..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero enamorarme más,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón sabrá, un vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;El amor todo lo toma y nada da.&lt;br /&gt;Quién eres tú chiquilla mía,&lt;br /&gt;inútil es que estés siempre en mis sueños sí.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero enamorarme más,&lt;br /&gt;es triste y es así un vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;El amor que acaso está ahora aquí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-1761472318041834069?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1761472318041834069/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=1761472318041834069&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/1761472318041834069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/1761472318041834069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-quiero-enamorarme-masbaglioni.html' title='No quiero enamorarme más_Baglioni'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-4409942870434874502</id><published>2009-01-14T02:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:37:29.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnalismo_tribalistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-g5mzxTaCos&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-g5mzxTaCos&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                         No rastro do seu caminhar&lt;br /&gt;No ar onde você passar&lt;br /&gt;O seu perfume inebriante&lt;br /&gt;Pendura num instante,&lt;br /&gt;A rua inteira a levitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça e me faz calor&lt;br /&gt;Segredos de liquidificador&lt;br /&gt;Um ser humano é o meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;De músculos , de carne e osso,&lt;br /&gt;Pele e cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rastro do seu caminhar&lt;br /&gt;No ar onde você passar&lt;br /&gt;O seu perfume inebriante&lt;br /&gt;Pendura num instante,&lt;br /&gt;A rua inteira a levitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça e me faz calor&lt;br /&gt;Segredos&lt;br /&gt;Um ser humano é o meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;De músculos , de carne e osso,&lt;br /&gt;Pele e cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-4409942870434874502?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4409942870434874502/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=4409942870434874502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4409942870434874502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4409942870434874502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2009/01/carnalismotribalistas.html' title='Carnalismo_tribalistas'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7059771302088285760</id><published>2008-12-16T00:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:45:11.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the game_Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;... un homenaje a los incomparables Queen, tremendos para el universo y por supuesto para mí también. Qué clip! visionario... cómo no ver en él otros videos posteriores. Una guiño final para Brian May, espectacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Como siempre en Salieri me aprovecho de la letra en temporada de resaca de la felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLRc64pof94&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLRc64pof94&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Open up your mind and let me step inside&lt;br /&gt;Rest your weary head and let your heart decide&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy when you know the rules&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy all you have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Play the game&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody play the game of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feelin' down and your resistance is low&lt;br /&gt;Light another cigarette and let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;This is your life&lt;br /&gt;Don't play hard to get&lt;br /&gt;It's a free world&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Play the game ev'ryone play the game of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My game of love has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Love runs from my head down to my toes&lt;br /&gt;My love is pumping through my veins (play the game)&lt;br /&gt;Driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;Come come come come play the game play the game play the game play the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the game everybody play the game of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life - don't play hard to get&lt;br /&gt;It's a free free world all you have to do is fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Play the game yeah play the game of love&lt;br /&gt;Your life - don't play hard to get&lt;br /&gt;It's a free free world all you have to do is fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Play the game - ev'rybody play the game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-7059771302088285760?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7059771302088285760/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=7059771302088285760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7059771302088285760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7059771302088285760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/12/play-gamequeen.html' title='Play the game_Queen'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-4884267681319327999</id><published>2008-08-31T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:55:58.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ventana_manuel garcía</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a una crisantema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ImIH0bqmcXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ImIH0bqmcXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;La de las flores, la del sol&lt;br /&gt;Donde colgabas tu ropa interior&lt;br /&gt;Donde la blonda floreada adorna la estación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ventana donde es más clara la mañana&lt;br /&gt;Donde se enreda la luna en tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Donde las aves retratan tu rostro en su canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te asomas te adornan el perfil las rosas&lt;br /&gt;Y encierra el mar como un cuadro de niña con palomas&lt;br /&gt;Y encierra el mar como un cuadro de niña con palomas&lt;br /&gt;Pa ra ra ra aaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;Que es una lampara, una espada&lt;br /&gt;Una bandera que alzó el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Con chocolate y olor a limón&lt;br /&gt;Se hizo una estrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;Donde las horas son de nácar&lt;br /&gt;Donde el agua en tu voz baña el arpa&lt;br /&gt;Donde amapolas y alondras cuentan historias blancas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te asomas te adornan el perfil las rosas&lt;br /&gt;Y encierra el mar como un cuadro de niña con palomas&lt;br /&gt;Y encierra el mar como un cuadro de niña con palomas&lt;br /&gt;A a a a aaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te asomas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-4884267681319327999?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4884267681319327999/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=4884267681319327999&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4884267681319327999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4884267681319327999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/08/tu-ventanamanuel-garca.html' title='Tu ventana_manuel garcía'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-2169218798845923249</id><published>2008-08-16T13:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:51:06.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>si es amor_páez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;... a los sobrevivientes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CzIdY0V9Fo&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CzIdY0V9Fo&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sabiduría llega cuando no nos sirve para nada&lt;br /&gt;no se puede evitar&lt;br /&gt;y todo lo que pasa conviene&lt;br /&gt;son las reglas del destino, son las reglas del amar&lt;br /&gt;y todo lo que pasa conviene&lt;br /&gt;son las reglas del destino, son las reglas del amar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuando vos querías un abrazo&lt;br /&gt;yo quería emborracharme con los flacos en el bar&lt;br /&gt;cuando yo quería la rutina&lt;br /&gt;vos decías, quiero aire, necesito libertad&lt;br /&gt;cuando vos querías la rutina&lt;br /&gt;yo decía quiero aire, necesito libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero al fin, si es amor, cruzará huracanes y tormentas&lt;br /&gt;pero al fin, si es amor, beberemos sólo su belleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al otro día como el ave fénix&lt;br /&gt;me levanto con el pie derecho y río sin razón&lt;br /&gt;llevo una locura caprichosa&lt;br /&gt;caprichosas las canciones me abren su gran corazón&lt;br /&gt;la música es mi chica caprichosa que cuando no toco el piano&lt;br /&gt;me manda al infierno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero al fin, si es amor, cruzará huracanes y tormentas&lt;br /&gt;pero al fin, si es amor, beberemos solo su belleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si es amor, comeremos en la misma mesa&lt;br /&gt;y si es amor, lo que nunca compartimos&lt;br /&gt;las vidas que no vivimos juntos, las miradas que esquivamos&lt;br /&gt;las mentiras que dañaron&lt;br /&gt;nada nos importará&lt;br /&gt;nada nos importará&lt;br /&gt;nada nos importará si es amor…&lt;br /&gt;si es amor...&lt;br /&gt;si es amor...&lt;br /&gt;si es amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-2169218798845923249?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2169218798845923249/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=2169218798845923249&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2169218798845923249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2169218798845923249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/08/si-es-amorpez.html' title='si es amor_páez'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-5394497841042202725</id><published>2008-07-28T01:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:36:34.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tocando em frente_maria bethania</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" lang="PT-BR" &gt;Composição: Almir Sater e Renato Teixeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPGWO-9zw94&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPGWO-9zw94&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;br /&gt;Levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte, mais feliz quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Só levo a certeza de que muito pouco eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nada sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt; Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,&lt;br /&gt;O sabor das massas e das maçãs,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que cumprir a vida seja simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Compreender a marcha e ir tocando &lt;st1:personname productid="em frente￼Como" st="on"&gt;em frente&lt;br /&gt;Como&lt;/st1:personname&gt; um velho boiadeiro levando a boiada&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tocando os dias pela longa estrada eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Estrada eu vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs,&lt;br /&gt;O sabor das massas e das maçãs,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo ama um dia todo mundo chora,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a gente chega, e no outro vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs&lt;br /&gt;O sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;br /&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;br /&gt;Levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história,&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;---------- en castellano ----------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Yendo hacia adelante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando lento porque ya tuve prisa&lt;br /&gt;y llevo esta sonrisa porque ya lloré de más&lt;br /&gt;hoy me siento más fuerte, más feliz, quién sabe&lt;br /&gt;Yo sólo tengo la certeza de que sé muy poco&lt;br /&gt;o de que nada sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conocer las mañas y las mañanas&lt;br /&gt;El sabor de las masas y de las manzanas&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita amor para poder latir&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita paz para poder sonreír&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita la lluvia para florecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pienso que vivir la vida es simplemente&lt;br /&gt;comprender la marcha e ir yendo hacia adelante&lt;br /&gt;Como un viejo ganadero llevando su ganado&lt;br /&gt;voy tocando los días&lt;br /&gt;por el largo camino voy, yo soy&lt;br /&gt;por el camino voy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conocer las mañas y las mañanas&lt;br /&gt;El sabor de las masas y de las manzanas&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita amor para poder latir&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita paz para poder sonreír&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita la lluvia para florecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el mundo ama un día, todo el mundo llora&lt;br /&gt;Un día alguien llega y en otro se marcha&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno de nosotros compone su propia historia&lt;br /&gt;y cada ser en sí mismo porta el don de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;y ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conocer las mañas y las mañanas&lt;br /&gt;El sabor de las masas y de las manzanas&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita amor para poder latir&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita paz para poder sonreír&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita la lluvia para florecer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ando lento porque ya tuve prisa&lt;br /&gt;Y llevo esa sonrisa porque ya lloré de más&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno de nosotros compone su propia historia&lt;br /&gt;y cada ser en sí mismo porta el don de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;y ser feliz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-5394497841042202725?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5394497841042202725/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=5394497841042202725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5394497841042202725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5394497841042202725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/tocando-em-frentemaria-bethania.html' title='tocando em frente_maria bethania'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8543084744124333499</id><published>2008-07-14T02:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:00:13.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarela_toquinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Clemente Toro Torca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCmHhLMpgrc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCmHhLMpgrc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;En los mapas del cielo el sol siempre es amarillo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia o las nubes no pueden velar tanto brillo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni los árboles nunca podrán ocultar el camino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de su luz hacia el bosque profundo de nuestro destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Esa hierba tan verde se ve como un manto lejano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que no puede escapar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que se puede alcanzar solo con volar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siete mares he surcado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siete mares color azul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo soy nave voy navegando&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y mi vela eres tú&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajo el agua veo peces de colores&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van donde quieren no los mandas tú.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por el cielo va cruzando,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por el cielo color azul,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un avión que vuela alto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diez mil metros de altitud.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde tierra lo saludan con la mano,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se va alejando&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé dónde va,&lt;br /&gt;no sé dónde va.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sobre un tramo de villa cruzando un paisaje de ensueño&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en un tren que me lleva de nuevo a ser muy pequeño&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de una América a otra tan solo es cuestión de un segundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta un desearlo y podrá recorrer todo el mundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un muchacho que trepa, que trepa lo alto de un muro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si se siente seguro verá su futuro con claridad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el futuro es una nave que por el tiempo volará&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Saturno, después de Marte&lt;br /&gt;nadie sabe dónde llegará.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le ves venir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si te trae amores, no te los roben sin apurar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprovecha los mejores que después no volverán.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La esperanza jamás se pierde,&lt;br /&gt;los malos tiempos pasarán.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piensa que el futuro es una acuarela&lt;br /&gt;y tu vida un lienzo que colorear&lt;br /&gt;que colorear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;En los mapas del cielo el sol siempre es amarillo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tú lo pintaras)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia o las nubes no pueden velar tanto brillo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tú lo pintaras)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta un desearlo y podrá recorrer todo el mundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tú lo pintaras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8543084744124333499?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8543084744124333499/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8543084744124333499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8543084744124333499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8543084744124333499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/aquarelatoquinho.html' title='Aquarela_toquinho'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-5650292675232117587</id><published>2008-07-02T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:01:18.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>las estatuas de M. E. Walsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="lletra"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZjfBYuNi3Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZjfBYuNi3Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="lletra" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;Cuando llueve me dan no sé que&lt;br /&gt;Las estatuas&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pueden salir en pareja&lt;br /&gt;Con paraguas&lt;br /&gt;Y se quedan como en penitencia&lt;br /&gt;Solitarias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señalando la fatalidad&lt;br /&gt;En las plazas&lt;br /&gt;Miran serias pasar cochecitos&lt;br /&gt;Y mucamas&lt;br /&gt;No se ríen porque no tuvieron&lt;br /&gt;Nunca infancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marionetas&lt;br /&gt;Grandes, quietas&lt;br /&gt;Con ellas no juega nadie&lt;br /&gt;Pero si una sombra mala&lt;br /&gt;Para siempre las borrase&lt;br /&gt;Qué dolor caería&lt;br /&gt;Sobre Buenos Aires.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llueve y me voy a dormir&lt;br /&gt;Las estatuas&lt;br /&gt;Velan pálidas hasta que llegue&lt;br /&gt;La mañana&lt;br /&gt;Y del sueño de los pajaritos&lt;br /&gt;Son guardianas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su memoria procuran decir&lt;br /&gt;Sin palabras&lt;br /&gt;Y nos piden la poca limosna&lt;br /&gt;De mirarlas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando quieren contarnos un cuento&lt;br /&gt;De la patria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="lletra" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="lletra" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marionetas&lt;br /&gt;Grandes, quietas&lt;br /&gt;Con ellas no juega nadie&lt;br /&gt;Pero si una sombra mala&lt;br /&gt;Para siempre las borrase&lt;br /&gt;Qué dolor caería&lt;br /&gt;Sobre Buenos Aires&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-5650292675232117587?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5650292675232117587/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=5650292675232117587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5650292675232117587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5650292675232117587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/07/las-estatuas-de-m-e-walsh.html' title='las estatuas de M. E. Walsh'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-3637088526011350682</id><published>2008-06-15T05:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:17:38.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Que será de ti (Roberto Carlos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;No son las imágenes de mi mente pero sí las letras que regurgito desde el ahogo. Ella no es ella, pero hay ciertas similitudes, con Nadja y con ella, la del video se llamaba Kathja; era preciosa como ella y el tiempo que se fue y nos separó; y ambas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt; homenajeadas murieron, una de muerte real y la otra surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjAa6H-KMPk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjAa6H-KMPk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué será de ti&lt;br /&gt;Necesito saber hoy de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Alguien que me cuente sobre tus días&lt;br /&gt;Anocheció y necesito saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué será de ti&lt;br /&gt;Cambiaste sin saber toda mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Motivo de una paz que ya se olvida&lt;br /&gt;No sé si gusto más de mí&lt;br /&gt;o más de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven que esta sed de amarte me hace bien&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero amanecer contigo amor&lt;br /&gt;Te necesito para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ven que el tiempo corre y nos separa&lt;br /&gt;La vida nos está dejando atrás&lt;br /&gt;Yo necesito saber&lt;br /&gt;Qué será de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué será de ti&lt;br /&gt;Cambiaste sin saber&lt;br /&gt;Toda mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Motivo de una paz que ya se olvida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; No sé si gusto más de mí&lt;br /&gt;o más de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven que esta sed de amarte me hace bien&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero amanecer contigo amor&lt;br /&gt;Te necesito para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ven que el tiempo corre y nos separa&lt;br /&gt;La vida nos está dejando atrás&lt;br /&gt;Yo necesito saber&lt;br /&gt;Que será de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-3637088526011350682?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3637088526011350682/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=3637088526011350682&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3637088526011350682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3637088526011350682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-ser-de-ti-roberto-carlos.html' title='Que será de ti (Roberto Carlos)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-2493516852651894609</id><published>2008-05-29T00:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:52:11.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tocando fondo (Silvio Rodríguez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;... aunque duela y cueste, aunque el pudor lo oculte y la gente lo niegue y no lo entienda... a mí me llega todavía, siempre, como cantando, para nacer una y otra vez cada buen día... (más yo que nunca y dedicado a un ángel que toca fondo y no se da cuenta que ese es el mejor día)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95S02rwqKJ0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95S02rwqKJ0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tocando fondo&lt;br /&gt;Tocando fondo nací un buen día,&lt;br /&gt;tocando fondo ando todavía.&lt;br /&gt;Meno hermoso que como fuera,&lt;br /&gt;menos odioso que de otra manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me declaro imperfecto&lt;br /&gt;pateando la sombrilla.&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero ser abierto&lt;br /&gt;a pasearme anunciando&lt;br /&gt;que soy la maravilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me publico completo,&lt;br /&gt;me detesto probable.&lt;br /&gt;Si uno no se desnuda&lt;br /&gt;se transfigura en reto&lt;br /&gt;todo lo desnudable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocando fondo, como ir cantando,&lt;br /&gt;es algo hondo, que no anda esperando.&lt;br /&gt;No tocar duro nuestras verdades&lt;br /&gt;levantando muros, pudre capitales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás sea inoportuno&lt;br /&gt;o acaso delirante.&lt;br /&gt;Soy de tantas maneras&lt;br /&gt;como gente pretenda&lt;br /&gt;no más calificarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asumirse los fueros&lt;br /&gt;es no dictaminarse.&lt;br /&gt;Me publico completo,&lt;br /&gt;me espero mejorable&lt;br /&gt;desde mi parlamento&lt;br /&gt;de guitarra sonante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocando fondo nací un buen día,&lt;br /&gt;tocando fondo ando todavía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-2493516852651894609?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2493516852651894609/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=2493516852651894609&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2493516852651894609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2493516852651894609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/05/tocando-fondo-silvio-rodrguez.html' title='Tocando fondo (Silvio Rodríguez)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8198318626712485856</id><published>2008-05-14T01:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:08:24.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blue eyes_elton john</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqlO2owGnXI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqlO2owGnXI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby's got blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like a deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;On a blue blue day&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby's got blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;When the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be far away&lt;br /&gt;And I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the tears&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the pain&lt;br /&gt;Baby's got blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she's alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby's got blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like a clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Watching over me&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;I love blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by her side&lt;br /&gt;Where I long to be&lt;br /&gt;I will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes laughing in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Laughing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby's got blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I am home, and I am home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8198318626712485856?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8198318626712485856/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8198318626712485856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8198318626712485856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8198318626712485856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/05/blue-eyeselton-john.html' title='blue eyes_elton john'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-2130312959763890481</id><published>2008-05-05T02:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:32:04.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada de otoño_ Serrat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubULCJQ91Ik&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ubULCJQ91Ik&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llueve,&lt;br /&gt;detrás de los cristales, llueve y llueve&lt;br /&gt;sobre los chopos medio deshojados,&lt;br /&gt;sobre los pardos tejados,&lt;br /&gt;sobre los campos, llueve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintaron de gris el cielo&lt;br /&gt;y el suelo se fue abrigando con hojas,&lt;br /&gt;se fue vistiendo de otoño.&lt;br /&gt;La tarde que se adormece&lt;br /&gt;parece un niño que el viento mece&lt;br /&gt;con su balada en otoño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una balada en otoño,&lt;br /&gt;un canto triste de melancolía,&lt;br /&gt;que nace al morir el día.&lt;br /&gt;Una balada en otoño,&lt;br /&gt;a veces como un murmullo,&lt;br /&gt;y a veces como un lamento&lt;br /&gt;y a veces viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llueve,&lt;br /&gt;detrás de los cristales, llueve y llueve&lt;br /&gt;sobre los chopos medio deshojados,&lt;br /&gt;sobre los pardos tejados&lt;br /&gt;sobre los campos, llueve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te podría contar&lt;br /&gt;que esta quemándose mi último leño en el hogar,&lt;br /&gt;que soy muy pobre hoy,&lt;br /&gt;que por una sonrisa doy&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que soy,&lt;br /&gt;porque estoy solo&lt;br /&gt;y tengo miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú fueras capaz&lt;br /&gt;de ver los ojos tristes de una lámpara y hablar&lt;br /&gt;con esa porcelana que descubrí ayer&lt;br /&gt;y que por un momento se ha vuelto mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, olvidando&lt;br /&gt;mi mañana y tu pasado&lt;br /&gt;volverías a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se va la tarde y me deja&lt;br /&gt;la queja que mañana será vieja&lt;br /&gt;de una balada en otoño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llueve,&lt;br /&gt;detrás de los cristales, llueve y llueve&lt;br /&gt;sobre los chopos medio deshojados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-2130312959763890481?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2130312959763890481/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=2130312959763890481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2130312959763890481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2130312959763890481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/05/balada-de-otoo-serrat.html' title='Balada de otoño_ Serrat'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8481050207429414380</id><published>2008-04-21T02:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:11:34.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the moon (George Harrison)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAo6apsrdKw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAo6apsrdKw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talking up a storm&lt;br /&gt;Act like they don't notice it&lt;br /&gt;But here it is and here it comes . . .&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impulse always quickens when it's full&lt;br /&gt;As it turns my head around me&lt;br /&gt;Yes it does and here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's gift I see that's moving up there into the night . . .&lt;br /&gt;Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a little brother to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Or mother to the stars at night&lt;br /&gt;And here it is and here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath is always taken when it's new&lt;br /&gt;Enhance upon the clouds around it&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is and here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8481050207429414380?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8481050207429414380/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8481050207429414380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8481050207429414380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8481050207429414380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-comes-moon-george-harrison.html' title='Here comes the moon (George Harrison)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-4946608936054675558</id><published>2008-04-07T02:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:22:17.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta canción (Silvio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;...nunca pensé que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;esta canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; tendría algún día más sentido que la primera vez que la escuché y que sería capaz de crear emociones distintas después de tanto tiempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4m_s8PkotM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4m_s8PkotM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Me he dado cuenta de que miento.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre he mentido,&lt;br /&gt;siempre he mentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He escrito tanta inútil cosa,&lt;br /&gt;sin descubrirme,&lt;br /&gt;sin dar conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amar en seco, con tanto dolor,&lt;br /&gt;es quizá la última verdad&lt;br /&gt;que queda en mi interior,&lt;br /&gt;bajo mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si fue que malgasté mi fe&lt;br /&gt;en amores sin porvenir,&lt;br /&gt;que no me queda ya&lt;br /&gt;ni un grano de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que a nadie le interesa&lt;br /&gt;lo de otra gente con sus tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción es más que una canción,&lt;br /&gt;y un pretexto para sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;Y más que mi vivir,&lt;br /&gt;y más que mi sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción es la necesidad&lt;br /&gt;de agarrarme a la tierra al fin,&lt;br /&gt;de que te veas en mí,&lt;br /&gt;de que me vea en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que hay gente que me quiere.&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que hay gente que no me quiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Interpreta: silvio rodríguez y frank fernández&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/22654502-4946608936054675558?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4946608936054675558/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=4946608936054675558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4946608936054675558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4946608936054675558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/04/esta-cancin-silvio.html' title='Esta canción (Silvio)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-3960441494208288114</id><published>2008-04-01T01:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:25:31.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mientes / caja de música (Aznar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mientes &lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Charly García - Pedro Aznar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9X6g10vsfgQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9X6g10vsfgQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Mientes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;y yo puedo atestiguar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Mientes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;y ni te hace falta hablar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Mientes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;y adoras verme llorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Callar ya no te redimirá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Si la culpa de todo me has de echar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Y hasta el fuego pretendes congelar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;No quiero estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;buscando algo más allá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;pensando que hay alguien más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;sufriendo por lo que no hay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Jamás poniéndote en mi lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Cuando miro adentro tuyo me asusto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;de lo que hay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Cuando veo tus ojos y no estás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Si mis lágrimas de amor te alejan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;cada vez más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Es que de verdad no hay nada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Será que esta vez es el final? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Mientes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;no paras de hacerme mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Callar ya no te redimirá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Si la culpa de todo me has de echar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Si olvidé mi sonrisa en un lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;que no has de hallar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Cuando miro adentro tuyo me asusto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;de lo que hay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Cuando veo tus ojos y no estás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Si mis lágrimas de amor te alejan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;cada vez más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Es que de verdad no hay nada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="estilo3"&gt;Será que esta vez es el final?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Caja de música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trovadores.net/aa.php?NM=976" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trovadores.net/aa.php?NM=975" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Pedro Aznar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxBmOyhNwTE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxBmOyhNwTE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;Música del Japón. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Avaramente&lt;br /&gt;De la clepsidra se desprenden gotas&lt;br /&gt;De lenta miel o de invisible oro&lt;br /&gt;Que en el tiempo repiten una trama&lt;br /&gt;Eterna y frágil, misteriosa y clara.&lt;br /&gt;Temo que cada una sea la última.&lt;br /&gt;Son un ayer que vuelve. ¿De qué templo,&lt;br /&gt;De qué leve jardín en la montaña,&lt;br /&gt;De qué vigilias ante un mar que ignoro,&lt;br /&gt;De qué pudor de la melancolía,&lt;br /&gt;De qué perdida y rescatada tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Llegan a mí, su porvenir remoto?&lt;br /&gt;No lo sabré. No importa. En esa música&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy. Yo quiero ser. Yo me desangro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-3960441494208288114?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3960441494208288114/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=3960441494208288114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3960441494208288114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3960441494208288114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/04/mientes-caja-de-msica-aznar.html' title='Mientes / caja de música (Aznar)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-1846526244325070100</id><published>2008-03-18T00:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:11:10.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valparaíso_Osvaldo "Gitano" Rodríguez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;... una vez supe de puerto, cerros y ascensores y aunque no nací allí, sencillamente lo supe... esas calles cobijaron desde siempre mi alma en un poema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzSPy8KCzDU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzSPy8KCzDU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no he sabido de su historia,&lt;br /&gt;un día nací allí, sencillamente.&lt;br /&gt;El viejo puerto vigiló mi infancia&lt;br /&gt;con rostro de fría indiferencia.&lt;br /&gt;Porque no nací pobre y siempre tuve&lt;br /&gt;un miedo inconcebible a la pobreza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo les quiero contar lo que he observado&lt;br /&gt;para que lo vayamos conociendo.&lt;br /&gt;El habitante encadenó las calles&lt;br /&gt;la lluvia destiñó las escaleras&lt;br /&gt;y un manto de tristeza fue cubriendo&lt;br /&gt;los cerros con sus calles y sus niños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vino el temporal y la llovizna&lt;br /&gt;con su carga de arena y desperdicio.&lt;br /&gt;Por ahí paso la muerte tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;la muerte que enlutó a Valparaíso&lt;br /&gt;y una vez más el viento como siempre&lt;br /&gt;limpió la cara de este puerto herido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero este puerto amarra como el hambre,&lt;br /&gt;no se puede vivir sin conocerlo,&lt;br /&gt;no se puede mirar sin que nos falte,&lt;br /&gt;la brea, el viento sur, los volantines,&lt;br /&gt;el pescador de jaibas que entristece&lt;br /&gt;nuestro paisaje de la costanera.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no he sabido nunca de su historia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-1846526244325070100?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/1846526244325070100/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=1846526244325070100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/1846526244325070100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/1846526244325070100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/03/valparasoosvaldo-gitano-rodrguez.html' title='Valparaíso_Osvaldo &quot;Gitano&quot; Rodríguez'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-350617978133086533</id><published>2008-03-08T15:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:00:07.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bello abril_Fito Páez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz día bellos abriles!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNxBRdEltNA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNxBRdEltNA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dios santo qué bello abril&lt;br /&gt;dios santo qué bello abril&lt;br /&gt;dios santo qué bello abril sos vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nos pasan tantas cosas en la vida&lt;br /&gt;que si aparece el sol hay que dejarlo pasar&lt;br /&gt;abril otra vez&lt;br /&gt;para que no tengamos soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dios santo qué bello abril&lt;br /&gt;dios santo qué bello abril&lt;br /&gt;dios santo qué bello abril sos vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y las violetas que coronan tu tristeza&lt;br /&gt;y las guirnaldas de tu inmensa soledad&lt;br /&gt;sos tan hermosa que jamás vas a dejar de brillar así&lt;br /&gt;aquí o allá&lt;br /&gt;sos parecida a los planetas que se mueven por ahí&lt;br /&gt;que no podés parar ya nunca de girar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dios santo qué bello abril&lt;br /&gt;dios santo qué bello abril&lt;br /&gt;dios santo qué bello abril, qué bello abril, qué bello abril&lt;br /&gt;para que no tengamos soledad&lt;br /&gt;para que no tengamos nunca más soledad &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-350617978133086533?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/350617978133086533/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=350617978133086533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/350617978133086533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/350617978133086533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/03/bello-abrilfito-pez.html' title='Bello abril_Fito Páez'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-4795780130367374761</id><published>2008-02-25T00:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:42:47.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema de amor_ Serrat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEAv5Dfr3Uw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEAv5Dfr3Uw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;"El sol nos olvidó ayer sobre la arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;nos envolvió el rumor suave del mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;tu cuerpo me dio calor, tenia frío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;y ahí, en la arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; entre los dos nació este poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT-BR" style="color:blue;"&gt;este pobre poema de amor..... para ti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Mi fruto, mi flor, mi historia de amor, mis caricias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;mi humilde candil, mi lluvia de abril, mi avaricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;mi trozo de pan, mi viejo refrán, mi poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;la fe que perdí, mi camino y mi carreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;mi dulce placer, mi sueño de ayer, mi equipaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;mi tibio rincón, mi mejor canción, mi paisaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Mi manantial, mi cañaveral, mi riqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;mi leña, mi hogar, mi techo, mi lar, mi nobleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;mi fuente, mi ser, mi barco, mi red y la arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;donde te sentí, donde te escribí.....  mi poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-4795780130367374761?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4795780130367374761/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=4795780130367374761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4795780130367374761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4795780130367374761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/02/poema-de-amor-serrat.html' title='Poema de amor_ Serrat'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7825123130552691348</id><published>2008-01-21T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:36:01.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando nadie me ve_alejandro sanz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfV5fcykEmQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfV5fcykEmQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Más yo que nunca... gracias Salieri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me elevo,&lt;br /&gt;doy mil volteretas&lt;br /&gt;a veces me encierro&lt;br /&gt;tras puertas abiertas&lt;br /&gt;a veces te cuento&lt;br /&gt;por que este silencio&lt;br /&gt;y es que a veces soy tuyo&lt;br /&gt;y a veces del viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces de un hilo&lt;br /&gt;y a veces de un ciento&lt;br /&gt;y hay veces, mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;te juro que pienso:&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué es tan difícil&lt;br /&gt;sentir como siento?&lt;br /&gt;sentir ¡como siento!&lt;br /&gt;que sea difícil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces te miro&lt;br /&gt;y a veces te dejas&lt;br /&gt;me prestas tus alas,&lt;br /&gt;revisas tus huellas&lt;br /&gt;a veces por todo&lt;br /&gt;aunque nunca me falles&lt;br /&gt;a veces soy tuyo&lt;br /&gt;y a veces de nadie&lt;br /&gt;a veces te juro&lt;br /&gt;de veras que siento,&lt;br /&gt;no darte la vida entera,&lt;br /&gt;darte sólo esos momentos&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué es tan dificil?...&lt;br /&gt;vivir solo es eso...&lt;br /&gt;vivir, solo es eso...&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué es tan dificil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve&lt;br /&gt;puedo ser o no ser&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve&lt;br /&gt;pongo el mundo del revés&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve&lt;br /&gt;no me limita la piel&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve&lt;br /&gt;puedo ser o no ser&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces me elevo,&lt;br /&gt;doy mil volteretas&lt;br /&gt;a veces me encierro&lt;br /&gt;tras puertas abiertas&lt;br /&gt;a veces te cuento&lt;br /&gt;por que este silencio&lt;br /&gt;y es que a veces soy&lt;br /&gt;tuyo y a veces del viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te escribo desde los&lt;br /&gt;centros de mi propia existencia&lt;br /&gt;donde nacen las ansias&lt;br /&gt;la infinita esencia&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas muy tuyas&lt;br /&gt;que yo no comprendo&lt;br /&gt;y hay cosas tan mías&lt;br /&gt;pero es que yo no las veo&lt;br /&gt;supongo que pienso&lt;br /&gt;que yo no las tengo&lt;br /&gt;no entiendo mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;se encienden los versos&lt;br /&gt;que a oscuras te puedo,&lt;br /&gt;lo siento no acierto&lt;br /&gt;no enciendas las luces que tengo&lt;br /&gt;desnudos,&lt;br /&gt;el alma y el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve&lt;br /&gt;puedo ser o no ser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-7825123130552691348?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7825123130552691348/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=7825123130552691348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7825123130552691348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7825123130552691348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/01/cuando-nadie-me-vealejandro-sanz.html' title='Cuando nadie me ve_alejandro sanz'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-6043541412150082478</id><published>2008-01-14T03:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T03:35:22.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The way we were (Barbra Streisand)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNEcQS4tXgQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNEcQS4tXgQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(placer culpable, como ella, como su recuerdo, chocolates en la cama, solo cervezas y 2 horas de sueño por noche... escena final incluida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Memries,&lt;br /&gt;Like the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Misty water-colored memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the way we were&lt;br /&gt;Scattered pictures,&lt;br /&gt;Of the smiles we left behind&lt;br /&gt;Smiles we gave to one another&lt;br /&gt;For the way we were&lt;br /&gt;Can it be that it was all so simple then?&lt;br /&gt;Or has time re-written every line?&lt;br /&gt;If we had the chance to do it all again&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, would we? could we?&lt;br /&gt;Memries, may be beautiful and yet&lt;br /&gt;Whats too painful to remember&lt;br /&gt;We simply choose to forget&lt;br /&gt;So its the laughter&lt;br /&gt;We will remember&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we remember...&lt;br /&gt;The way we were...&lt;br /&gt;The way we were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBEf5cOOr_8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBEf5cOOr_8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-6043541412150082478?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6043541412150082478/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=6043541412150082478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6043541412150082478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6043541412150082478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/01/way-we-were-barbra-streisand.html' title='The way we were (Barbra Streisand)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-6214522420534208642</id><published>2008-01-07T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T02:34:57.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>volver a mí (fito páez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W82VPfb6z9c&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W82VPfb6z9c&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vuelvo con Paéz y vuelvo con un mensaje pendiente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estoy tragándome el dolor&lt;br /&gt;mordiendo el polvo del amor&lt;br /&gt;vivo solo y encerrado en una gran habitación&lt;br /&gt;esperando una maldita decisión&lt;br /&gt;pensándolo un poco mejor&lt;br /&gt;no sé quién te crees que sos&lt;br /&gt;no me vas a hacer el juego&lt;br /&gt;soy la luz y soy el gas&lt;br /&gt;y ya no me queda tiempo para vos...&lt;br /&gt;es hora de volver a mí, a contar&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que me hacían bien, de verdad&lt;br /&gt;es hora de volver a mí, a cantar&lt;br /&gt;yo necesito ver el sol, de verdad,&lt;br /&gt;tenías que fallarme así&lt;br /&gt;no es fácil hacerme sufrir&lt;br /&gt;pero vos tenías las llaves de la ventana&lt;br /&gt;que da al infierno aquél&lt;br /&gt;y yo estaba entre la espada y la pared&lt;br /&gt;no puedes explicármelo&lt;br /&gt;no hay forma de explicárselo&lt;br /&gt;es posible que me traigas un perfume del pasado&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca más el néctar de la flor&lt;br /&gt;es hora de volver a mí, a contar&lt;br /&gt;yo necesito ver el sol, de verdad&lt;br /&gt;es hora de volver a mí, a cantar&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que me hacían bien, de verdad&lt;br /&gt;es hora de volver a mí, a cantar&lt;br /&gt;es hora de volver a mí, a brillar&lt;br /&gt;es hora de volver a mí, una vez más&lt;br /&gt;yo necesito ver el sol de verdad &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-6214522420534208642?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6214522420534208642/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=6214522420534208642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6214522420534208642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6214522420534208642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2008/01/volver-mi-fito-pez.html' title='volver a mí (fito páez)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-6759115233657709039</id><published>2007-11-05T02:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:05:49.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcxDOc22BXU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcxDOc22BXU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He llegado hasta tu casa...&lt;br /&gt;Yo no sé como he podido!&lt;br /&gt;Si me han dicho que no estás,&lt;br /&gt;que ya nunca volverás,..&lt;br /&gt;Si me han dicho que te has ido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta nieve hay en mi alma!&lt;br /&gt;Que silencio hay en tu puerta!&lt;br /&gt;Al llegar hasta el umbral,&lt;br /&gt;un candado de dolor&lt;br /&gt;me detuvo el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada, nada queda de tu casa natal...&lt;br /&gt;solo telarañas que teje el yugal.&lt;br /&gt;El rosal tampoco existe&lt;br /&gt;y es seguro que se ha muerto al irte tú.&lt;br /&gt;Todo es una cruz!&lt;br /&gt;Nada, nada más que tristeza y quietud...&lt;br /&gt;Nadie que me diga si vives aún...&lt;br /&gt;Donde estás... para decirte&lt;br /&gt;que hoy he vuelto arrepentido&lt;br /&gt;a buscar tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me alejo de tu casa&lt;br /&gt;...y me voy yo ni se donde...&lt;br /&gt;Sin querer te digo adios&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el eco de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;de la nada me responde.&lt;br /&gt;En la cruz de tu candado&lt;br /&gt;por tu pena yo he rezado...&lt;br /&gt;y ha rodado en tu porton&lt;br /&gt;una lagrima hecha flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Letra de H. Sanguinetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Musica de Jose Dames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-6759115233657709039?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6759115233657709039/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=6759115233657709039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6759115233657709039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6759115233657709039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/10/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8208003991783089988</id><published>2007-10-17T02:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:35:44.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noche de Perros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letra y música: Seru Giran&lt;br /&gt;Interpreta: Pedro Aznar y Claudia Puyó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNXIQ0R2vEM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNXIQ0R2vEM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Esta oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;esta noche de perros,&lt;br /&gt;esta soledad&lt;br /&gt;que pronto te va a matar.&lt;br /&gt;Vas perdido entre las calles que solías andar,&lt;br /&gt;vas herido como un pájaro en el mar,&lt;br /&gt;Sangre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser que estés&lt;br /&gt;muy muy lejos de tu casa,&lt;br /&gt;justo en el lugar que nació tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Ya te veo entre los autos pidiendo perdón,&lt;br /&gt;mi mirada tiene tu dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Hombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el cielo cae&lt;br /&gt;a veces pienso en tu risa.&lt;br /&gt;Es muy tarde ya y estoy harto de llorar.&lt;br /&gt;No estás solo si es que sabes que muy solo estás.&lt;br /&gt;No estás ciego si no ves donde no hay nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Nana na nana nana...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8208003991783089988?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8208003991783089988/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8208003991783089988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8208003991783089988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8208003991783089988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/10/noche-de-perros.html' title='Noche de Perros'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-3803828659148058291</id><published>2007-10-07T17:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:48:57.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Con tinta de tus lágrimas (Francis Cabrel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="FR"&gt;l’encre de tes yeux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Versión original)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VW7VqGn_Nhg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VW7VqGn_Nhg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puisqu’on ne vivra jamais tous les deux&lt;br /&gt;Puisqu’on est fou, puisqu’on est seul&lt;br /&gt;Puisqu’ils sont si nombreux&lt;br /&gt;Même la morale parle pour eux&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais quand même te dire,&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce que j’ai pu écrire&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je l’ai puisé à l’encre de tes yeux&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Je n’avais pas vu que tu portais des chaînes&lt;br /&gt;À trop vouloir te regarder j’en oubliais les miennes&lt;br /&gt;On rêvait de Venise et de liberté&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais quand même te dire,&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce que j’ai pu écrire&lt;br /&gt;C’ est ton sourire qui me l’a dicté&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Tu viendras longtemps marcher dans mes rêves&lt;br /&gt;Tu viendras toujours du côté où le soleil se lève&lt;br /&gt;Et si malgré ça j’arrive à t’oublier&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais quand même te dire,&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce que j’ai pu écrire&lt;br /&gt;Aura longtemps le parfum des regrets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Et puisqu’on ne vivra jamais tous les deux&lt;br /&gt;Puisqu’on est fou, puisqu’on est seul&lt;br /&gt;Puisqu’ils sont si nombreux&lt;br /&gt;Même la morale parle pour eux&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais quand même te dire,&lt;br /&gt;Tout ce que j’ai pu écrire&lt;br /&gt;Je l’ai puisé à l’encre de tes yeux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Versión en castellano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/15EqOXB-W9o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/15EqOXB-W9o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que duerme todo entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;Qué loca tú, qué loco yo&lt;br /&gt;Qué solos al final&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que estamos libres cada cuál&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me queda por decir&lt;br /&gt;Que todo aquello que escribí&lt;br /&gt;Lo hice con tinta de tus lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto mirarte que no pude verte&lt;br /&gt;Y me olvidé de tus cadenas&lt;br /&gt;Y mi propia muerte&lt;br /&gt;Soñaba con beber la libertad&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me queda por decir&lt;br /&gt;Que todo aquello que escribí&lt;br /&gt;Lo hice con tinta de tus lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aún andarás descalza por mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y asomarás por donde asoma&lt;br /&gt;El blanco sol de enero&lt;br /&gt;Y si por casualidad te he de olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me queda por decir&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquello que escribí&lt;br /&gt;Será de tí, será lo nuestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que duerme todo entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;Qué loca tu, qué loco yo&lt;br /&gt;Qué solos al final&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que estamos libres cada cuál&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me queda vor decir&lt;br /&gt;Que todo aquello que escribí&lt;br /&gt;Lo hice con tinta de tus lágrimas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-3803828659148058291?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3803828659148058291/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=3803828659148058291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3803828659148058291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3803828659148058291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/10/con-tinta-de-tus-lgrimas.html' title='Con tinta de tus lágrimas (Francis Cabrel)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-5549434790436658982</id><published>2007-10-01T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:00:42.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Los mareados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A la rara fantasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vWaeo4X4Fk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vWaeo4X4Fk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rara...&lt;br /&gt;   como encendida&lt;br /&gt;   te hallé bebiendo&lt;br /&gt;   linda y fatal...&lt;br /&gt;   Bebías&lt;br /&gt;   y en el fragor del champán,&lt;br /&gt;   loca, reías por no llorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena&lt;br /&gt;   me dio encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;   pues al mirarte&lt;br /&gt;   yo vi brillar&lt;br /&gt;   tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;   con un eléctrico ardor,&lt;br /&gt;   tus bellos ojos que tanto adoré...   &lt;p&gt;Esta noche, amiga mía,&lt;br /&gt;   el alcohol nos ha embriagado...&lt;br /&gt;   ¡Qué me importa que se rían&lt;br /&gt;   y nos llamen los mareados!...&lt;br /&gt;   Cada cual tiene sus penas&lt;br /&gt;   y nosotros las tenemos...&lt;br /&gt;   Esta noche beberemos&lt;br /&gt;   porque ya no volveremos&lt;br /&gt;   a vernos más...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Hoy vas a entrar en mi pasado,&lt;br /&gt;   en el pasado de mi vida...&lt;br /&gt;   Tres cosas lleva mi alma herida:&lt;br /&gt;   amor...pesar...dolor...&lt;br /&gt;   Hoy vas a entrar en mi pasado&lt;br /&gt;   y hoy nuevas sendas tomaremos...&lt;br /&gt;   ¡Qué grande ha sido nuestro amor!...&lt;br /&gt;   Y, sin embargo, ¡ay!,&lt;br /&gt;   mirá lo que quedó...".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Música: Juan Carlos Cobián&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Letra: Enrique Cadícamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-5549434790436658982?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5549434790436658982/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=5549434790436658982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5549434790436658982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5549434790436658982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/10/los-mareados.html' title='Los mareados'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-391336514150098252</id><published>2007-09-21T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:50:55.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invierno porteño (Astor Piazzolla)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UG84xAd2ZvE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UG84xAd2ZvE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-391336514150098252?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/391336514150098252/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=391336514150098252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/391336514150098252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/391336514150098252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/09/invierno-porteo-astor-piazzolla.html' title='Invierno porteño (Astor Piazzolla)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-6580898408748767328</id><published>2007-09-06T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:03:32.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Historia Entre Tus Dedos (Gianluca Grignani)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBRXu3ursoI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBRXu3ursoI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo pienso que no son tan inútiles las noches que te di.&lt;br /&gt;Te marchas ¿y qué? yo no intento discutírtelo, lo sabes y lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;Al menos quédate sólo esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;prometo no tocarte, estás segura,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez es que me voy sintiendo solo,&lt;br /&gt;porque conozco esa sonrisa, tan definitiva,&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa que a mí mismo me abrió tu paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dice que con cada hombre hay una como tú,&lt;br /&gt;pero mi sitio, luego, lo ocuparás con alguno igual que yo o mejor lo dudo.&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué esta vez agachas la mirada?&lt;br /&gt;me pides que sigamos siendo amigos.&lt;br /&gt;¿Amigos para qué? ¡Maldita sea!&lt;br /&gt;A un amigo lo perdono, pero a tí te amo,&lt;br /&gt;pueden parecer banales mis instintos naturales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay una cosa que yo no te he dicho aún,&lt;br /&gt;que mis problemas sabes qué se llaman tú.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo por eso tú me ves hacerme el duro,&lt;br /&gt;para sentirme un poquito más seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Y si no quieres ni decir en que he fallado,&lt;br /&gt;recuerda que también a ti te he perdonado,&lt;br /&gt;y en cambio tú dices: "lo siento... no te quiero",&lt;br /&gt;y te me vas con esta historia entre tus dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué vas a hacer? busca una excusa y luego márchate,&lt;br /&gt;porque de mí no debieras preocuparte, no debes provocarme.&lt;br /&gt;Que yo te escribiré un par de canciones&lt;br /&gt;tratando de ocultar mis emociones.&lt;br /&gt;Pensando, pero poco, en las palabras,&lt;br /&gt;te hablaré de la sonrisa, tan definitiva,&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa que a mí mismo me abrió tu paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay una cosa que yo no te he dicho aún,&lt;br /&gt;que mis problemas sabes qué se llaman tú.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo por eso tú me ves hacerme el duro,&lt;br /&gt;para sentirme un poquito más seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Y si no quieres ni decir en que he fallado,&lt;br /&gt;recuerda que también a ti te he perdonado,&lt;br /&gt;y en cambio tú dices: "lo siento... no te quiero",&lt;br /&gt;y te me vas con esta historia entre tus dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-6580898408748767328?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6580898408748767328/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=6580898408748767328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6580898408748767328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6580898408748767328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-historia-entre-tus-dedos.html' title='Mi Historia Entre Tus Dedos (Gianluca Grignani)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8491854008640552659</id><published>2007-08-16T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:17:27.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy (Barry Manilow)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Bz7UfeWAAw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Bz7UfeWAAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I remember all my life&lt;br /&gt;Raining down as cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;A shadow of a man&lt;br /&gt;A face through a window&lt;br /&gt;Crying in the night&lt;br /&gt;The night goes into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, just another day&lt;br /&gt;Happy people pass my way&lt;br /&gt;Looking in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see a memory&lt;br /&gt;I never realized&lt;br /&gt;you made me so happy, oh Mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you came and you gave without taking&lt;br /&gt;but I sent you away, oh Mandy&lt;br /&gt;well you kissed me and stopped me from shaking&lt;br /&gt;I need you today, oh Mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on the edge of time&lt;br /&gt;I Walked away when love was mine&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in a world of uphill climbing&lt;br /&gt;The tears are in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is rhyming, oh Mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you came and you gave without taking&lt;br /&gt;but I sent you away, oh Mandy&lt;br /&gt;well you kissed me and stopped me from shaking&lt;br /&gt;And I need you today, oh Mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's a dream I face the morning&lt;br /&gt;Crying on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;the pain is calling, oh Mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you came and you gave without taking&lt;br /&gt;but I sent you away, oh Mandy&lt;br /&gt;well you kissed me and stopped me from shaking&lt;br /&gt;And I need you today, oh Mandy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8491854008640552659?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8491854008640552659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8491854008640552659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8491854008640552659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8491854008640552659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/08/mandy-barry-manilow.html' title='Mandy (Barry Manilow)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-3322951396399708620</id><published>2007-08-06T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:13:08.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE A STAR (CORINNE BAILEY RAE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e19eZJX8QHY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e19eZJX8QHY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;Just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Just like oil on my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Honored to love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;You do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got this look i can't describe,&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel I'm alive,&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is au fait,&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt you're on my side,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven has been away too long,&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the words to write this song,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;You do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to understand&lt;br /&gt;The way it is,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a secret anymore,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we've been through that before,&lt;br /&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused and in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo&lt;br /&gt;Oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I won't let my guard down,&lt;br /&gt;For anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;You do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;Just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Just like oil on my hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-3322951396399708620?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3322951396399708620/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=3322951396399708620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3322951396399708620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3322951396399708620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/08/like-star-corinne-bailey-rae.html' title='LIKE A STAR (CORINNE BAILEY RAE)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-5384058448159666480</id><published>2007-07-29T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:20:12.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don´t speak (No doubt)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together&lt;br /&gt;Everyday together always&lt;br /&gt;I really feel&lt;br /&gt;That I´m losing my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I can´t believe&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you´re letting go&lt;br /&gt;And if it´s real&lt;br /&gt;Well I don´t want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you´re saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you´re thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don´t need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our memories&lt;br /&gt;Well, they can be inviting&lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether&lt;br /&gt;Mighty frightening&lt;br /&gt;As we die, both you and I&lt;br /&gt;With my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you´re saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you´re thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don´t need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying...are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you´re saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you´re thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don´t need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know what you´re saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak,&lt;br /&gt;don´t speak,&lt;br /&gt;don´t speak,&lt;br /&gt;oh I know what you´re thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don´t need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;I know you´re good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you´re good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you´re real good&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la la la &lt;st1:personname productid="la La" st="on"&gt;la La&lt;/st1:personname&gt; la la la la &lt;st1:personname productid="la￼Don" st="on"&gt;la&lt;br /&gt;Don&lt;/st1:personname&gt;´t, Don´t, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin´&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin´ Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;don´t tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin´ Hush, hush darlin´&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush don´t tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;------- traducción------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;Solíamos estar juntos&lt;br /&gt;Todos los días siempre juntos&lt;br /&gt;De verdad que siento&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy perdiendo a mi mejor amigo&lt;br /&gt;No puedo creer&lt;br /&gt;Que esto pueda ser el fin&lt;br /&gt;Parece como si lo quisieras dejar&lt;br /&gt;Y si es cierto&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, no quiero saberlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hables&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé lo que estas diciendo&lt;br /&gt;Así que por favor deja de dar explicaciones&lt;br /&gt;No me lo digas porque duele&lt;br /&gt;No hables&lt;br /&gt;Sé lo que estás pensando&lt;br /&gt;No necesito tus razones&lt;br /&gt;No me lo digas porque duele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestros recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, pueden ser tentadores&lt;br /&gt;Pero algunos son&lt;br /&gt;Terriblemente aterradores&lt;br /&gt;Mientras morimos, tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;Con mi cabeza en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Me siento y lloro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hables&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé lo que estas diciendo&lt;br /&gt;Así que por favor deja de dar explicaciones&lt;br /&gt;No me lo digas porque duele (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;No hables&lt;br /&gt;Sé lo que estás pensando&lt;br /&gt;No necesito tus razones&lt;br /&gt;No me lo digas porque duele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo está acabando&lt;br /&gt;Debo dejar de fingir quienes somos...&lt;br /&gt;Tu y yo, puedo vernos morir... ¿lo estamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hables&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé lo que estas diciendo&lt;br /&gt;Así que por favor deja de dar explicaciones&lt;br /&gt;No me lo digas porque duele (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;No hables&lt;br /&gt;Sé lo que estás pensando&lt;br /&gt;No necesito tus razones&lt;br /&gt;No me lo digas porque duele&lt;br /&gt;¡No me lo digas porque duele!&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé lo que estas diciendo&lt;br /&gt;Así que por favor deja de dar explicaciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hables,&lt;br /&gt;No hables,&lt;br /&gt;No hables,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sé lo que estás pensando&lt;br /&gt;Y no necesito tus razones&lt;br /&gt;Sé que eres bueno,&lt;br /&gt;Sé que eres bueno,&lt;br /&gt;Sé que eres realmente bueno,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la la la &lt;st1:personname productid="la La" st="on"&gt;la La&lt;/st1:personname&gt; la la la la &lt;st1:personname productid="la￼No" st="on"&gt;la&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, no, uh-huh silencio, silencio cariño&lt;br /&gt;Silencio, silencio cariño, silencio, silencio&lt;br /&gt;No lo digas, porque duele&lt;br /&gt;Silencio, silencio cariño, silencio, silencio cariño&lt;br /&gt;Silencio, silencio, no lo digas, porque duele&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-5384058448159666480?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5384058448159666480/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=5384058448159666480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5384058448159666480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5384058448159666480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-speak-no-doubt.html' title='Don´t speak (No doubt)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7026268907316125338</id><published>2007-07-29T02:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:05:49.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE (Debbie Boone)</title><content type='html'>(imágenes tomada de la placer-culpable película del mismo nombre "You Light Up My Life" from 1977 starring Didi Conn - song by Debbie Boone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="332"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6brj2&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6brj2&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6brj2_you-light-up-my-life_people"&gt;You Light Up My Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/CindyPDX"&gt;CindyPDX&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/gb/channel/people"&gt;Explore more family videos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many nights I sit by my window &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to sing me his song &lt;br /&gt;So many dreams I kept deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the dark but now&lt;br /&gt;You've come along   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You light up my life&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope&lt;br /&gt;To carry on&lt;br /&gt;You light up my days&lt;br /&gt;and fill my nights with song   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rollin' at sea, adrift on the water&lt;br /&gt;Could it be finally I'm turning for home?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a chance to say hey,&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;Never again to be all alone   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You light up my life&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope&lt;br /&gt;To carry on&lt;br /&gt;You light up my days&lt;br /&gt;and fill my nights with song   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You light up my life&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope&lt;br /&gt;To carry on&lt;br /&gt;You light up my days&lt;br /&gt;and fill my nights with song   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It can't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;When it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You&lt;br /&gt;You light up my life   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-7026268907316125338?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7026268907316125338/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=7026268907316125338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7026268907316125338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7026268907316125338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-light-up-my-life-debbie-boone.html' title='YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE (Debbie Boone)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-2248216355541521268</id><published>2007-07-16T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:29:03.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia says (wet wet wet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gFgPxPVaAU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gFgPxPVaAU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thru the backstreets of my mind&lt;br /&gt;It seems my life was standing still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's sorry now, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how I didn't know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Here we go again, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting things we never win&lt;br /&gt;It seems our love was standing still &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I'm sorry now&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the love&lt;br /&gt;I just hear the words,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;/o:p&gt;ulia says&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't seem to care at all&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be fooled again,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for the dreams I couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;The dreams for me were left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I'm sorry now, it's funny how&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the love&lt;br /&gt;I just hear the words, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;J&lt;/o:p&gt;ulia says&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't seem to care at all&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and see, love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Julia please, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;Julia wants to be on her own&lt;br /&gt;Sharing her thoughts, she is all alone&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of the things she wants to be&lt;br /&gt;Where Julia don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Julia said&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Julia please&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;C’mon Julia&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;Julia please Julia Julia oh&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care at all c’mon&lt;br /&gt;C’mon, c’mon, c`mon, c’mon&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Julia, Julia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-2248216355541521268?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2248216355541521268/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=2248216355541521268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2248216355541521268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2248216355541521268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/julia-says-wet-wet-wet.html' title='Julia says (wet wet wet)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-4548560729730711808</id><published>2007-07-09T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:29:17.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All by myself (Eric Carmen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3j_fdSpkmE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3j_fdSpkmE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anyone&lt;br /&gt;And makin love was just for fun&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin alone&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the friends Ive known&lt;br /&gt;But when I dial the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Nobodys home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna be&lt;br /&gt;All by myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna live&lt;br /&gt;All by myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Some times I feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;And love so distant and obscure&lt;br /&gt;Remains the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna be&lt;br /&gt;All by myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna live&lt;br /&gt;All by myself anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-4548560729730711808?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4548560729730711808/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=4548560729730711808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4548560729730711808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4548560729730711808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-by-myself-eric-carmen.html' title='All by myself (Eric Carmen)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-7673728820999704836</id><published>2007-07-02T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:32:31.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mille giorni di te e di me (claudio baglioni)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.raingraphic.com%2Fradioblog%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FClaudio%20Baglioni%20-Mille%20giorni%20di%20te%20e%20di%20me.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="IT"&gt;Io mi nascosi in  te e ti ho nascosto&lt;br /&gt;perché così nessuno ci potresse incontrare&lt;br /&gt;e adesso che ciascuno va per la sua strada&lt;br /&gt;in libertà già non sappiamo come continuare.&lt;br /&gt;Non ti lasciai una colpa né un motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Ti ho fatto male per non farlo alla tua vita.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, immobile, quieta, con il cielo sopra di te.&lt;br /&gt;Boia e vittima, io me ne andai di lì.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi arriverà dopo di te,&lt;br /&gt;respirerà il tuo odore,&lt;br /&gt;pensando che sia il mio.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ed io non lo potemmo evitare,&lt;br /&gt;perdemmo nel lottare&lt;br /&gt;contro milioni di persone.&lt;br /&gt;Dalle mani ci sfuggì&lt;br /&gt;la storia di noi due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci separammo come ci unimmo,&lt;br /&gt;senza far niente perché niente c’era da fare,&lt;br /&gt;se non che farlo, e lentamente fuggire di qui&lt;br /&gt;molto lontano, dove ormai non ci sia più da fingere.&lt;br /&gt;E finimmo prima che finisse&lt;br /&gt;per far sì che il nostro amore non avesse fine.&lt;br /&gt;Io ti volevo e solo così ti ottenni,&lt;br /&gt;quando capii che ero fuggito solo per te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chi mi amerà dopo di te,&lt;br /&gt;chi riempirà il tuo armadio&lt;br /&gt;e troverà il disordine che&lt;br /&gt;tu lasciasti intorno a me&lt;br /&gt;quando fuggisti così&lt;br /&gt;come nella nostra prima scena.&lt;br /&gt;Noi due uniti tuttora senza dolore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E adesso a chi&lt;br /&gt;insegneremo quello che&lt;br /&gt;imparammo tu ed io&lt;br /&gt;senza capire mai&lt;br /&gt;cos’è, se è reale e veritiero&lt;br /&gt;il frammento dell’eterno per vivere&lt;br /&gt;in mille giorni di te e di me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti presento un vecchio amico mio&lt;br /&gt;il ricordo di me&lt;br /&gt;per sempre, durante tutto il tempo.&lt;br /&gt;In questo addio&lt;br /&gt;io mi innamorerò di te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Traducción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 102, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;MIL  DÍAS DE TI Y DE MÍ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me escondí en ti y te he escondido&lt;br /&gt;para que nadie nos pudiese así encontrar&lt;br /&gt;y ahora que cada uno va por su camino&lt;br /&gt;en libertad ya no sabemos continuar.&lt;br /&gt;No te dejé una culpa ni un motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te hice daño para no dañar tu vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tú, inmóvil, quieta, con el cielo sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;Verdugo y víctima yo me marché de allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién llegará después de ti,&lt;br /&gt;respirará tu olor,&lt;br /&gt;pensando que sea mío.&lt;br /&gt;Tú y yo no lo pudimos evitar,&lt;br /&gt;perdimos al luchar&lt;br /&gt;contra millones de personas.&lt;br /&gt;De las manos se nos fue&lt;br /&gt;la historia de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos separamos como nos unimos,&lt;br /&gt;sin hacer nada porque nada había que hacer,&lt;br /&gt;salvo el hacerlo y lentamente huir de aquí&lt;br /&gt;muy lejos donde ya no habría que fingir.&lt;br /&gt;Y terminamos antes que acabase&lt;br /&gt;para lograr que nuestro amor no terminase.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quería y sólo así te conseguí,&lt;br /&gt;cuando entendí que yo me fui sólo por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quién me amará después de ti,&lt;br /&gt;quién llenará tu armario&lt;br /&gt;y encontrará el desorden que&lt;br /&gt;tú dejaste en torno a mí&lt;br /&gt;cuando te fuiste así&lt;br /&gt;como en nuestra primera escena.&lt;br /&gt;Los dos juntos todavía sin pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora a quién&lt;br /&gt;enseñaremos eso que&lt;br /&gt;aprendimos tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;sin entender jamás&lt;br /&gt;qué es, si es real y verdadero&lt;br /&gt;el fragmento del eterno por vivir&lt;br /&gt;en mil días de ti y de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te presento a un viejo amigo mío&lt;br /&gt;el recuerdo de mí&lt;br /&gt;por siempre durante todo el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;En este adiós&lt;br /&gt;yo me enamoraré de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-7673728820999704836?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/7673728820999704836/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=7673728820999704836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7673728820999704836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/7673728820999704836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/07/mille-giorni-di-te-e-di-me-claudio.html' title='Mille giorni di te e di me (claudio baglioni)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-6601343919969268730</id><published>2007-06-17T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:15:12.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Décimas (Elizabeth Morris)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j06Mvuz3Ml8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j06Mvuz3Ml8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;De nuevo perdí la ruta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Navego por los desiertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camino por mares muertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La noche entera se enluta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El sol se metió en su gruta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los mares se hunden mojados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo soy un nervio de atados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un llanto largo y profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé porque me confundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con tus amores cansados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;De noche muestra la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Su rostro alumbrado y triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El cielo al fin se desviste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La muerte mece su cuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que al fin la mala fortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se vaya a dormir un rato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se quite traje y zapato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se olvide de mi existencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que yo frente a su sentencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Declaro mi desacato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-6601343919969268730?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6601343919969268730/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=6601343919969268730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6601343919969268730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6601343919969268730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/dcimas-elizabeth-morris.html' title='Décimas (Elizabeth Morris)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-4550109872299085022</id><published>2007-06-04T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:51:47.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strings That Tie To You (Jon Brion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhIUdfedmRw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhIUdfedmRw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the wrinkles on my forehead&lt;br /&gt;To the mud upon my shoe &lt;br /&gt;Everything's a memory&lt;br /&gt;With strings that tie to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream I'm often running&lt;br /&gt;To the place that's out of you&lt;br /&gt;Of every kind of memory&lt;br /&gt;With strings that tie to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a change has taken place &lt;br /&gt;And I no longer do adore her&lt;br /&gt;Still every God forsaken place is always &lt;br /&gt;Right around the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it's either them or me&lt;br /&gt;So I'll bury every clue&lt;br /&gt;And every kind of memory&lt;br /&gt;With strings that tie to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every kind of memory&lt;br /&gt;With strings that tie to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Otra más de Eternal sunshine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-4550109872299085022?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/4550109872299085022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=4550109872299085022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4550109872299085022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/4550109872299085022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/06/strings-that-tie-to-you-jon-brion.html' title='Strings That Tie To You (Jon Brion)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-5899042619786188834</id><published>2007-05-29T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:52:12.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Crying Your Heart Out  (OASIS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDtnJmIkDuA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDtnJmIkDuA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;!--  Hold up&lt;o:p--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hold up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;don't be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you'll never change whats been and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;may your smile (may your smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shine on (shine on)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be scared (don't be scared)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your destiny may keep you warm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;cos all of the stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are fading away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just try not to worry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll see them some day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take what you need&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be on your way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop crying your heart out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.25pt;"&gt;get up (get up)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on (come on)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why're you scared? &lt;/span&gt;(I'm not scared)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never change&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats been and gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;cos all of the stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are fading away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just try not to worry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll see them some day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take what you need&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be on your way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop crying your heart out&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos all of the stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are fading away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just try not to worry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll see them some day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take what you need&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be on your way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop crying your heart out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;we're all of us stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're fading away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just try not to worry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll see us some day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just take what you need&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be on your way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop crying your heart out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop crying your heart out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop crying your heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traducción (aproximada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Aguanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Soporta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;No estés asustada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca cambiarás lo que ha sido y se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="FR"&gt;Haz que tu sonrisa (haz que tu sonrisa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="FR"&gt;Brille (brille)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="PT-BR"&gt;No estés asustada (no estés asustada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quizá tu destino te mantendrá calmada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque todas las estrellas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;parecen desvanecerse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo trata de no preocuparte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Las verás algún día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Solo toma lo que necesites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Y mantente en tu camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Y haz que tu corazón deje de llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Levantate (levantate)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos (vamos)&lt;br /&gt;¿&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por qué estás asustada? (yo no estoy asustada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nunca cambiarás lo que ha sido y se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Porque todas las estrellas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; parecen desvanecerse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Solo trata de no preocuparte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las verás algún día&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo toma lo que necesites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Y mantente en tu camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Y haz que tu corazon deje de llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Porque todas las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Parecen desvanecerse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo trata de no preocuparte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Las verás algún día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Solo toma lo que necesitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Y mantente en tu camino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y haz que tu corazon deje de llorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros somos todas nuestras estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nos estamos desvaneciendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Solo trata de no preocuparte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos verás algún día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Solo toma lo que necesitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Y mantente en tu camino &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y haz que tu corazón deje de llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Haz que tu corazón deje de llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Haz que tu corazón deje de llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Haz que tu corazón deje de llorar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-5899042619786188834?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5899042619786188834/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=5899042619786188834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5899042619786188834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5899042619786188834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/stop-crying-your-heart-out-oasis.html' title='Stop Crying Your Heart Out  (OASIS)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8677519497388045132</id><published>2007-05-21T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:32:33.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cecilia (Fito Páez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_1" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lilycuadra.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FFito%20Paez%20-%20Cecilia.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Cecilia dice siempre lo que piensa&lt;br /&gt;y casi nunca piensa como yo,&lt;br /&gt;si tengo hambre busca en la despensa&lt;br /&gt;y me guisa unos besos con arroz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia duerme bien acompañada&lt;br /&gt;porque a menudo la acompaño yo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se harta de estar enamorada&lt;br /&gt;le regalo un vestido y un amor,&lt;br /&gt;mi gozo, mi veneno, mi pasión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia tiene algunas fantasías&lt;br /&gt;y algunas fantasías tengo yo,&lt;br /&gt;le cambio las suyas por las mías&lt;br /&gt;y se hacen realidad entre los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia sabe tanto de la vida&lt;br /&gt;porque ha vivido tanto como yo,&lt;br /&gt;cada sábado bronca y despedida,&lt;br /&gt;cada domingo reconciliación.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta hablar con ella sin hablar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una novia de buena familia&lt;br /&gt;con filias y fobias, cristal y vereda.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo en mi cama una Venus en llamas,&lt;br /&gt;una duda desnuda,una mina de seda.&lt;br /&gt;Púpele mía, rayito de sombra,&lt;br /&gt;gatito de alfombra, Palermo y Gran Vía.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sueño, mi vigilia, mi adicción... Cecilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia busca amores imposibles,&lt;br /&gt;por eso fue posible nuestro amor,&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia, tan altiva y tan sensible,&lt;br /&gt;tan diva y tan de nadie como yo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi gozo, mi veneno, mi pasión...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una novia de buena familia&lt;br /&gt;con fobias y filias, cristal y vereda.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo en mi cama una Venus en llamas,&lt;br /&gt;una duda desnuda,una mina de seda.&lt;br /&gt;Púpele mía,rayito de sombra,&lt;br /&gt;gatito de alfombra,Palermo y Gran Vía.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sueño, mi vigilia,mi adicción... Cecilia.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8677519497388045132?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8677519497388045132/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8677519497388045132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8677519497388045132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8677519497388045132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/cecilia-fito-pez.html' title='Cecilia (Fito Páez)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8900046031187549667</id><published>2007-05-13T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:01:16.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Al lado del camino (Fito Páez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTxBgSzmVEg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTxBgSzmVEg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Me gusta estar al lado del camino&lt;br /&gt;fumando el humo mientras todo pasa&lt;br /&gt;me gusta abrir los ojos y estar vivo&lt;br /&gt;tener que vérmelas con la resaca&lt;br /&gt;entonces navegar se hace preciso&lt;br /&gt;en barcos que se estrellen en la nada&lt;br /&gt;vivir atormentado de sentido&lt;br /&gt;creo que ésta, sí, es la parte más pesada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en tiempos donde nadie escucha a nadie&lt;br /&gt;en tiempos donde todos contra todos&lt;br /&gt;en tiempos egoístas y mezquinos&lt;br /&gt;en tiempos donde siempre estamos solos&lt;br /&gt;habrá que declararse incompetente&lt;br /&gt;en todas las materias de mercado&lt;br /&gt;habrá que declararse un inocente&lt;br /&gt;o habrá que ser abyecto y desalmado&lt;br /&gt;yo ya no pertenezco a ningún "ismo"&lt;br /&gt;me considero vivo y enterrado&lt;br /&gt;yo puse las canciones en tu walkman&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo a mí me puso en otro lado&lt;br /&gt;tendré que hacer lo que es y no debido&lt;br /&gt;tendré que hacer el bien y hacer el daño&lt;br /&gt;no olvides que el perdón es lo divino&lt;br /&gt;y errar a veces suele ser humano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no es bueno hacerse de enemigos&lt;br /&gt;que no estén a la altura del conflicto&lt;br /&gt;que piensan que hacen una guerra&lt;br /&gt;y se hacen pis encima como chicos&lt;br /&gt;que rondan por siniestros ministerios&lt;br /&gt;haciendo la parodia del artista&lt;br /&gt;que todo lo que brilla en este mundo&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo les da caspa y les da envidia&lt;br /&gt;yo era un pibe triste y encantado&lt;br /&gt;de Beatles, caña Legui y maravillas&lt;br /&gt;los libros, las canciones y los pianos&lt;br /&gt;el cine, las traiciones, los enigmas&lt;br /&gt;mi padre, la cerveza, las pastillas&lt;br /&gt;los misterios el whisky malo&lt;br /&gt;los óleos, el amor, los escenarios&lt;br /&gt;el hambre, el frío, el crimen, el dinero y mis 10 tías&lt;br /&gt;me hicieron este hombre en revelado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si alguna vez me cruzas por la calle&lt;br /&gt;regálame tu beso y no te aflijas&lt;br /&gt;si ves que estoy pensando en otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;no es nada malo, es que pasó una brisa&lt;br /&gt;la brisa de la muerte enamorada&lt;br /&gt;que ronda como un ángel asesino&lt;br /&gt;mas no te asustes siempre se me pasa&lt;br /&gt;es sólo la intuición de mi destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta estar al lado del camino&lt;br /&gt;fumando el humo mientras todo pasa&lt;br /&gt;me gusta regresarme del olvido&lt;br /&gt;para acordarme en sueños de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;del chico que jugaba a la pelota&lt;br /&gt;del 49585&lt;br /&gt;nadie nos prometió un jardín de rosas&lt;br /&gt;hablamos del peligro de estar vivo&lt;br /&gt;no vine a divertir a tu familia&lt;br /&gt;mientras el mundo se cae a pedazos&lt;br /&gt;me gusta estar al lado del camino&lt;br /&gt;me gusta sentirte a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;me gusta estar al lado del camino&lt;br /&gt;dormirte cada noche entre mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;al lado del camino&lt;br /&gt;al lado del camino&lt;br /&gt;al lado del camino&lt;br /&gt;es más entretenido y más barato&lt;br /&gt;al lado del camino&lt;br /&gt;al lado del camino &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/22654502-8900046031187549667?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8900046031187549667/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8900046031187549667&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8900046031187549667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8900046031187549667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/05/al-lado-del-camino.html' title='Al lado del camino (Fito Páez)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-3220566777829443585</id><published>2007-04-27T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:59:39.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A primera vista_Pedro Aznar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="nota"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvwrPy8YLsI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvwrPy8YLsI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no tenía nada deseé&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todo era ausencia esperé&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tuve frío temblé&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tuve coraje llamé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegó carta la abrí&lt;br /&gt;Cuando escuché a Prince (Salif Keita) bailé&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el ojo brilló entendí&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me crecieron alas volé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me llamó allá fui&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me di cuenta estaba ahí&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te encontré me perdí&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto te vi me enamoré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-3220566777829443585?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/3220566777829443585/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=3220566777829443585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3220566777829443585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/3220566777829443585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/primera-vistapedro-aznar.html' title='A primera vista_Pedro Aznar'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-5249155688998003684</id><published>2007-04-15T04:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:26:52.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no hay forma de pedir perdón - Pedro Aznar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hB4B5-kKIss" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo voy a lograr que aún me quieras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿Cómo lograr que quieras escuchar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Cuando este fuego me desvela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;pero despierto solo una vez más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿Cómo lograr verte de nuevo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿Cómo he de recobrar tu corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿Cómo aceptar que todo ha muerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;y ya no hay forma de pedir perdón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Qué mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;qué mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;esta absurda y triste historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;que se pone cada vez peor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Qué mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;qué mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿por qué ni puedo hablarte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Temo que es así,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;que ya no hay forma de pedir perdón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿Cómo lograr que aún me quieras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿Cómo lograr que quieras escuchar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Cuando este fuego me desvela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿Qué es lo que voy a hacer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;¿Qué es lo que voy a hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;si ya no hay forma de pedir perdón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-5249155688998003684?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5249155688998003684/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=5249155688998003684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5249155688998003684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5249155688998003684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/ya-no-hay-forma-de-pedir-perdn-pedro.html' title='Ya no hay forma de pedir perdón - Pedro Aznar'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8050547259316697522</id><published>2007-04-04T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:30:51.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of the return (Pedro Aznar y Pat Metheny group)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nN55_5hgGI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3nN55_5hgGI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al mar eché un poema&lt;br /&gt;que llevó con él mis preguntas y mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Como un lento barco se perdió en la espuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pedí que no diera la vuelta&lt;br /&gt;sin haber visto el altamar&lt;br /&gt;y en sueños hablar conmigo de lo que vio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún si no volviera&lt;br /&gt;yo sabría si llegó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar la vida entera&lt;br /&gt;por la calma azul o en tormentas zozobrar&lt;br /&gt;poco importa el modo si algún puerto espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardé tanto tiempo el mensaje&lt;br /&gt;que olvidé volver al mar&lt;br /&gt;y así yo perdí aquel poema&lt;br /&gt;Grité a los cielos todo mi rencor&lt;br /&gt;Lo hallé por fin, pero escrito en la arena&lt;br /&gt;como una oración&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mar golpeó en mis venas&lt;br /&gt;y libró mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8050547259316697522?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8050547259316697522/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8050547259316697522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8050547259316697522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8050547259316697522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/04/dream-of-return-pedro-aznar-y-pat.html' title='Dream of the return (Pedro Aznar y Pat Metheny group)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-2832054291149059805</id><published>2007-03-20T00:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:31:54.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado por la tarde (Claudio Baglioni)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6b9y_6CgsQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6b9y_6CgsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(A Claudio se le perdona el doblaje y el final)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(versión en español)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorrioncito ¡Qué melancolía!&lt;br /&gt;En tus ojos muere el día ya.&lt;br /&gt;Excusa si la culpa ha sido mía&lt;br /&gt;si no puedo retenerte más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Adónde fueron mis amores&lt;br /&gt;que surcaban mares&lt;br /&gt;que cruzaban vívidos&lt;br /&gt;volando que los vence el llanto&lt;br /&gt;malheridos ya?&lt;br /&gt;No te marches...te ruego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorrioncito ¡Qué melancolía!&lt;br /&gt;Pues sin tus caprichos ¿yo qué haré?&lt;br /&gt;Pero cada cosa que fue tuya&lt;br /&gt;con el alma rota buscaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Adónde fueron esos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;que soñaba el viento&lt;br /&gt;que cruzabas vívido&lt;br /&gt;gritando contra el cielo:&lt;br /&gt;"No me dejes solo no"?&lt;br /&gt;No te marches...no te marches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sin ti moriré,&lt;br /&gt;yo sin ti sufriré,&lt;br /&gt;yo sin ti quemaré&lt;br /&gt;todo el sueño mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo y lejos de ti&lt;br /&gt;¡Di qué haré yo sin ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sin ti...&lt;br /&gt;yo sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente el sábado se va.&lt;br /&gt;Gorrioncito, dime dónde estás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú no te acuerdas que emigrábamos&lt;br /&gt;como dos gaviotas.&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera ver tus manos&lt;br /&gt;y tenerlas, calentarlas...&lt;br /&gt;Gorrioncito, no,&lt;br /&gt;No te marches...no te marches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sin ti moriré,&lt;br /&gt;yo sin ti sufriré,&lt;br /&gt;yo sin ti quemaré&lt;br /&gt;todo el sueño mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo y lejos de ti&lt;br /&gt;¡Di qué haré yo sin ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sin ti...&lt;br /&gt;Yo sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo y lejos de ti&lt;br /&gt;¡Di qué haré yo sin ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;(versión original en italiano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabato pomeriggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passerotto non andare via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nei tuoi occhi il sole muore già&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scusa se la colpa è un poco mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se non so tenerti ancora qua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma cosa è stato di un amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che asciugava il mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che voleva vivere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;volare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che toglieva il fiato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ed è ferito ormai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non andar via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ti prego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passerotto non andare via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza i tuoi capricci che farò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ogni cosa basta che sia tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con il cuore a pezzi cercherò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma cosa stato di quel tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che sfidava il vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che faceva fremere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gridare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contro il cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non lasciarmi solo no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non andar via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non andar via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;morirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scoppierei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brucerei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tutti i sogni miei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo senza di te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che farei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabato pian piano se ne va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passerotto ma che senso ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non ti ricordi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;migravamo come due gabbiani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ci amavamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e le tue mani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da tenere, da scaldare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passerotto no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non andar via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non andar via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;morirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scoppierei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brucerei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tutti i sogni miei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo senza di te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che farei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6b9y_6CgsQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-2832054291149059805?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2832054291149059805/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=2832054291149059805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2832054291149059805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2832054291149059805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/03/sbado-por-la-tarde-claudio-baglioni.html' title='Sábado por la tarde (Claudio Baglioni)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8478378937801685992</id><published>2007-03-01T22:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:40:25.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If (Bread)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(perdón el video, pero desactivan el original)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6VsmMN13Y0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6VsmMN13Y0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a picture paints a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;Then why can't I paint you&lt;br /&gt;The words will never show&lt;br /&gt;The you I've come to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a face could launch a thousand ships&lt;br /&gt;Then where am I to go&lt;br /&gt;There's no one home but you&lt;br /&gt;You're all that's left me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my love for life is running dry&lt;br /&gt;You come and pour yourself on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man could be two places at one time&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and today&lt;br /&gt;Beside you all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world should stop revolving&lt;br /&gt;Spinning slowly down to die&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend the end with you&lt;br /&gt;And when the world was through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one by one the stars would all go out&lt;br /&gt;And you and I would simply fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si un cuadro pinta mil palabras&lt;br /&gt;¿Entonces por qué no puedo pintarte?&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras nunca te mostrarán&lt;br /&gt;Como yo te he llegado a conocer.&lt;br /&gt;Si un rostro pudiera lanzar mil barcos,&lt;br /&gt;¿Entonces a dónde voy yo?&lt;br /&gt;No tengo otro hogar más que tú,&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres todo lo que me queda.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando mi amor por la vida se está secando,&lt;br /&gt;Vienes y te derramas en mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si un hombre pudiera estar en dos partes a la vez,&lt;br /&gt;Yo estaría contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Mañana y hoy, a tu lado todo el camino.&lt;br /&gt;Si el mundo dejara de&lt;br /&gt;dar vueltas lentamente hasta morir,&lt;br /&gt;yo estaría al final contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando el mundo hubiera terminado&lt;br /&gt;entonces una a una las estrellas se apagarían&lt;br /&gt;Y tú y yo simplemente volaríamos lejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8478378937801685992?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8478378937801685992/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8478378937801685992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8478378937801685992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8478378937801685992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-bread.html' title='If (Bread)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8759299453342763520</id><published>2007-02-08T00:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:21:52.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone again (naturally)_Gilbert O'Sullivan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxYir_lVi0E&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxYir_lVi0E&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( desactivaron el video, pero pueden verlo en este link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_P-v1BVQn8 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little while from now&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not feeling any less sour&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to treat myself&lt;br /&gt;And visit a nearby tower&lt;br /&gt;And climbing to the top will throw myself off&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to make it clear to whoever&lt;br /&gt;What it's like when you're shattered&lt;br /&gt;Left standing in the lurch at a church&lt;br /&gt;Where people saying: "My God, that's tough"&lt;br /&gt;"She stood him up"&lt;br /&gt;"No point in us remaining"&lt;br /&gt;"We may as well go home"&lt;br /&gt;As I did on my own&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I was cheerful, bright and gay&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to who wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;The role I was about to play?&lt;br /&gt;But as if to knock me down&lt;br /&gt;Reality came around&lt;br /&gt;And without so much as a mere touch&lt;br /&gt;Cut me into little pieces&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to doubt&lt;br /&gt;Talk about God in His mercy&lt;br /&gt;Who if He really does exist&lt;br /&gt;Why did He desert me?&lt;br /&gt;In my hour of need&lt;br /&gt;I truly am indeed&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that there are more hearts&lt;br /&gt;Broken in the world that can't be mended&lt;br /&gt;Left unattended&lt;br /&gt;What do we do? What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back over the years&lt;br /&gt;And whatever else that appears&lt;br /&gt;I remember I cried when my father died&lt;br /&gt;Never wishing to hide the tears&lt;br /&gt;And at sixty-five years old&lt;br /&gt;My mother, God rest her soul&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't understand why the only man&lt;br /&gt;She had ever loved had been taken&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken&lt;br /&gt;Despite encouragement from me&lt;br /&gt;No words were ever spoken&lt;br /&gt;And when she passed away&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried all day&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traducción al castellano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de un breve momento&lt;br /&gt;si no me siento menos amargado&lt;br /&gt;me prometí un trato&lt;br /&gt;y visitar una torre cercana,&lt;br /&gt;y trepar hasta la cumbre para deshacerme de mi mismo&lt;br /&gt;en un esfuerzo por dejar claro a todo el mundo&lt;br /&gt;cómo es cuando estás reventado&lt;br /&gt;abandonado de pie y tambaleando&lt;br /&gt;en una iglesia con gente diciendo&lt;br /&gt;"Dios mío, eso es duro, ella lo dejó plantado”&lt;br /&gt;No nos sirve de nada continuar&lt;br /&gt;También podría irme a casa&lt;br /&gt;Como lo hice por mi cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Solo de nuevo, naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por creer que sólo ayer&lt;br /&gt;yo era jovial, brillante y feliz&lt;br /&gt;Haciendo planes&lt;br /&gt;¿Quien no haría el papel que yo estaba a punto de protagonizar?&lt;br /&gt;Pero, como si me hubiese noqueado&lt;br /&gt;la realidad se me acercó&lt;br /&gt;y sin más que apenas un toque&lt;br /&gt;me cortó en pedacitos&lt;br /&gt;Dejándome dudar, hablando sobre dios y su misericordia&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién, si él realmente existe,&lt;br /&gt;por qué me abandonó?&lt;br /&gt;en mi momento de necesidad&lt;br /&gt;Realmente estoy, efectivamente&lt;br /&gt;Solo de nuevo, naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que hay más corazones&lt;br /&gt;rotos en el mundo que no pueden ser remendados&lt;br /&gt;Sin atención ¿qué hacemos? ¿Qué hacemos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo de nuevo, naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando atrás, hace años&lt;br /&gt;y cualquier otra cosa que aparezca&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo que lloré cuando mi padre murió&lt;br /&gt;nunca deseé ocultar las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Y a los sesenta y cinco años&lt;br /&gt;Mi madre, que Dios le dé descaso a su alma,&lt;br /&gt;no podía entender por qué el único hombre&lt;br /&gt;que siempre había amado había sido llevado&lt;br /&gt;Dejándola empezar, con un corazón tan malherido&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de mis ánimos&lt;br /&gt;nunca se pronunciaron palabras&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando ella murió&lt;br /&gt;Lloré y lloré todo el día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solas de nuevo, naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;A solas de nuevo, naturalmente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8759299453342763520?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8759299453342763520/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8759299453342763520&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8759299453342763520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8759299453342763520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/02/alone-again-naturally_08.html' title='Alone again (naturally)_Gilbert O&apos;Sullivan'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-6998215286830448308</id><published>2007-01-31T21:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:39:14.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not in love - 10cc</title><content type='html'>I'm not in love, so don't forget it&lt;br /&gt;It's just a silly phase I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;And just because I call you up&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, no-no&lt;br /&gt;(It's because...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see you, but then again&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you mean that much to me&lt;br /&gt;So if I call you, don't make a fuss&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your friends about the two of us&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, no-no&lt;br /&gt;(It's because...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Be quiet, big boys don't cry)&lt;br /&gt;(Big boys don't cry)&lt;br /&gt;(Big boys don't cry)&lt;br /&gt;(Big boys don't cry)&lt;br /&gt;(Big boys don't cry)&lt;br /&gt;(Big boys don't cry)&lt;br /&gt;(Big boys don't cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep your picture upon the wall&lt;br /&gt;It hides a nasty stain that's lyin' there&lt;br /&gt;So don't you ask me to give it back&lt;br /&gt;I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, no-no&lt;br /&gt;(It's because...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you'll wait a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you'll wait a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, so don't forget it&lt;br /&gt;It's just a silly phase I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;And just because I call you up&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, I'm not in love...&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No estoy enamorado, así que no lo olvides&lt;br /&gt;Es solo una tonta fase que estoy atravesando&lt;br /&gt;Y solo porque te llamo&lt;br /&gt;No me mal interpretes, creo que no lo has entendido&lt;br /&gt;No estoy enamorado no – no&lt;br /&gt;(Es por que...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta verte. Pero entonces de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que me intereses tanto&lt;br /&gt;Así que si te llamo, no hagas un escándalo&lt;br /&gt;No le cuentes a tus amigos acerca de nosotros&lt;br /&gt;(Es por que...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tranquilo, los chicos grandes no lloran)&lt;br /&gt;(Los chicos grandes no lloran)&lt;br /&gt;(Los chicos grandes no lloran)&lt;br /&gt;(Los chicos grandes no lloran)&lt;br /&gt;(Los chicos grandes no lloran)&lt;br /&gt;(Los chicos grandes no lloran)&lt;br /&gt;(Los chicos grandes no lloran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantengo tu retrato en la pared&lt;br /&gt;Ocultando una mancha repugnante que se encuentra ahí&lt;br /&gt;Así que no me pidas que te lo devuelva&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que tu sabes que no significa mucho para mi&lt;br /&gt;No estoy enamorado no – no&lt;br /&gt;(Es por que...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, esperaras mucho tiempo por mi&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, esperaras mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, esperaras mucho tiempo por mi&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, esperaras mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estoy enamorado, así que no lo olvides&lt;br /&gt;Es solo una tonta fase que estoy atravesando&lt;br /&gt;Y solo porque te llamo&lt;br /&gt;No me mal interpretes, creo que no lo has entendido, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estoy enamorado, No estoy enamorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1aetn_10cc-im-not-in-love_music&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1aetn_10cc-im-not-in-love_music&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="348" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1aetn_10cc-im-not-in-love_music"&gt;10cc - I&amp;#039;m Not In Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cargado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Discodandan"&gt;Discodandan&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/mx/channel/music"&gt;Explorar otros videos musicales.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-6998215286830448308?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/6998215286830448308/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=6998215286830448308&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6998215286830448308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/6998215286830448308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-in-love-10cc.html' title='I&apos;m not in love - 10cc'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-2146101835934793580</id><published>2007-01-21T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:22:39.201-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulto (Alejandro Lerner)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mondovertigo.com%2Fradio.blogb%2Fsounds%2FAlejandro%20Lerner%20-%20Indulto.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque me quede ciego&lt;br /&gt;y sin pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;habrá en mi alma un libro&lt;br /&gt;con mis recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque cambie el final&lt;br /&gt;siempre es el mismo cuento&lt;br /&gt;donde quedan las huellas de lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;y es por eso que no voy a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;por los que han sufrido&lt;br /&gt;y por los que no están&lt;br /&gt;por los que se han ido a ningún lugar&lt;br /&gt;siento que me abraza la soledad&lt;br /&gt;siento que me atrapa la soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque vuelve la niebla a mi candelario&lt;br /&gt;porque hasta la justicia tiene cola de diablo&lt;br /&gt;y no quiere ver, no quiere mirar&lt;br /&gt;porque está desnuda mi libertad&lt;br /&gt;porque no estoy solo y no sé qué hacer&lt;br /&gt;porque, pese a todo, Dios,&lt;br /&gt;aun te tengo fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque aun me duele el hambre de un nuevo cielo&lt;br /&gt;y porque tengo ganas de seguir creciendo&lt;br /&gt;porque no habrá perdón&lt;br /&gt;porque no habrá consuelo&lt;br /&gt;porque no hay abrigo&lt;br /&gt;que calme mi miedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque después de tanto llorar&lt;br /&gt;los veo salir de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Porque después de tanto llorar&lt;br /&gt;los veo salir de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no habrá perdón&lt;br /&gt;porque no habrá consuelo&lt;br /&gt;de que sirve el castigo&lt;br /&gt;sin arrepentimiento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-2146101835934793580?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2146101835934793580/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=2146101835934793580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2146101835934793580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2146101835934793580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/01/indulto-alejandro-lerner_21.html' title='Indulto (Alejandro Lerner)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-5322734625496310089</id><published>2007-01-06T14:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:57:26.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Je l'aime à mourir (Francis Cabrel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tecZcoO0u9k&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tecZcoO0u9k&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi je n'étais rien et voilà qu'aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le gardien du sommeil de ses nuits&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous pouvez détruire tout ce qu'il vous plaira&lt;br /&gt;Elle n'a qu'à ouvrir l'espace de ses bras&lt;br /&gt;Pour tout reconstruire, pour tout reconstruire&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle a gommé les chiffres des horloges du quartier&lt;br /&gt;Elle a fait de ma vie des cocottes en papier&lt;br /&gt;Des éclats de rire elle a bâti des ponts&lt;br /&gt;Entre nous et le ciel et nous les traversons&lt;br /&gt;À chaque fois qu'elle&lt;br /&gt;Ne veut pas dormir, ne veut pas dormir&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle a dû faire toutes les guerres&lt;br /&gt;Pour être si forte aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;Elle a dû faire toutes les guerres&lt;br /&gt;De la vie... et l'amour aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle vit de son mieux son rêve d'opaline&lt;br /&gt;Elle danse au milieu des forêts qu'elle dessine&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle porte des rubans qu'elle laisse s'envoler&lt;br /&gt;Elle me chante souvent que j'ai tort d'essayer&lt;br /&gt;De les retenir, de les retenir&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour monter dans sa grotte cachée sous les toits&lt;br /&gt;Je dois clouer des notes à mes sabots de bois&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois juste m'asseoir Je ne dois pas parler&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dois rien vouloir Je dois juste essayer&lt;br /&gt;De lui appartenir, de lui appartenir&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle a dû faire toutes les guerres&lt;br /&gt;Pour être si forte aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;Elle a dû faire toutes les guerres&lt;br /&gt;De la vie... et l'amour aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi je n'étais rien et voilà qu'aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le gardien du sommeil de ses nuits&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous pouvez détruire tout ce qu'il vous plaira&lt;br /&gt;Elle n'aura qu'à ouvrir l'espace de ses bras&lt;br /&gt;Pour tout reconstruire, pour tout reconstruire&lt;br /&gt;Je l'aime à mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y yo que hasta ayer solo fui un holgazán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y hoy soy el guardián de sus sueños de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la quiero a morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Podéis destrozar todo aquello que veis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porque ella de un soplo lo vuelve a crear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;como si nada, como si nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella borra las horas de cada reloj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y me enseña a pintar transparente el dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con su sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y levanta una torre desde el cielo hasta aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y me cose unas alas y me lleva a subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a toda prisa, a toda prisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conoce bien cada guerra, cada herida, cada ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conoce bien cada guerra de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y del amor también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me dibuja un paisaje y me lo hace vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en un bosque de lápiz se apodera de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y me atrapa de un lazo que no aprieta jamás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;como un hilo de seda que no puedo soltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no quiero soltar, no quiero soltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando trepo a sus ojos me enfrento al mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dos espejos de agua cerrada en cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo puedo sentarme solo puedo charlar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo puedo enredarme solo puedo aceptar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ser solo tuyo, ser solo tuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-5322734625496310089?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/5322734625496310089/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=5322734625496310089&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5322734625496310089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/5322734625496310089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/01/je-laime-mourir-francis-cabrel.html' title='Je l&apos;aime à mourir (Francis Cabrel)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-8181542978132234044</id><published>2007-01-06T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:32:54.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep (Radiohead)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fmortalitas.thefourthhorseman.com%2Fradio%2Fsounds%2FRadiohead%20-%20Creep.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were here before&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;You’re just like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;You’re so fuckin’ special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I want to have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;When I’m not around&lt;br /&gt;You’re so fuckin special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s running out again,&lt;br /&gt;She’s running out&lt;br /&gt;She’s run run run running out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;you’re so fuckin special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belong here.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando estuviste aquí antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no te podía ver a los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eres como un ángel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu piel me hace llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flotas como una pluma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en un mundo hermoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desearía ser especial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tú eres tan especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero soy un escalofrío... soy una rareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué estoy haciendo aquí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo no pertenezco aquí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me importa si me duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiero tener el control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiero un cuerpo perfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiero un alma perfecta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiero que te des cuenta cuando no estoy junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tú eres tan especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desearía ser especial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero soy un escalofrío... soy una rareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué estoy haciendo aquí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo no pertenezco aquí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella está corriendo fuera de la puerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ella está corriendo, ella corre, corre, corre, corre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sea que te haga feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lo que sea que quieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tú eres tan especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desearía que fuera especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero soy un escalofrío... soy una rareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué estoy haciendo aquí? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo no pertenezco aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo no pertenezco aquí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-8181542978132234044?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/8181542978132234044/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=8181542978132234044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8181542978132234044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/8181542978132234044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2007/01/creep-radiohead.html' title='Creep (Radiohead)'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-2743140347069775324</id><published>2006-12-29T23:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:41:48.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminare - Seru Giran</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.elclavo.com%2Fblogs%2Fpulsar%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FSeminare%20(En%20Vivo)%20-%20Seru%20Giran.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ver, quiero entrar&lt;br /&gt;nena nadie te va a hacer mal,&lt;br /&gt;excepto amarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vas aquí, vas allá&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca te encontrarás&lt;br /&gt;al escaparte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay fuerza alrededor&lt;br /&gt;no hay pociones para el amor&lt;br /&gt;¿A dónde estás?&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde voy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estamos en la calle de la sensación&lt;br /&gt;muy lejos del sol que quema de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te doy pan, quieres sal&lt;br /&gt;nena nunca te voy a dar&lt;br /&gt;lo que me pides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te doy Dios, quieres más&lt;br /&gt;es que nunca comprenderás&lt;br /&gt;a un pobre pibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esas motos que van a mil&lt;br /&gt;sólo el viento te harán sentir&lt;br /&gt;nada más, nada más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudieras olvidar tu mente&lt;br /&gt;frente a mi, sé que tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;diría que sí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-2743140347069775324?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/2743140347069775324/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=2743140347069775324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2743140347069775324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/2743140347069775324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2006/12/seminare-seru-giran.html' title='Seminare - Seru Giran'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-160193699485253363</id><published>2006-12-17T22:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:33:48.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody gotta learn sometimes</title><content type='html'>Change your heart, look around you&lt;br /&gt;Change your heart, it will astound you&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving like the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Change your heart, look around you&lt;br /&gt;Change your heart, it will astound you&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving like the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tema central película "Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" (Eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5wkLnpJkL8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Video versión original The Korgis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5wkLnpJkL8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5wkLnpJkL8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-160193699485253363?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/160193699485253363/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=160193699485253363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/160193699485253363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/160193699485253363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2006/12/everybody-gotta-learn-sometimes-beck.html' title='everybody gotta learn sometimes'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-600690040313435899</id><published>2006-12-08T14:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:40:35.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon River_Audrey Hepburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOByH_iOn88&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOByH_iOn88&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, wider than a mile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing you in style some day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old dream maker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heartbreaker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you're going&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going your way&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two drifters off to see the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's such a lot of world to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're after the same     rainbow's end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waitin' round the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Huckleberry friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moon River     and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Río de luna, más de una milla de ancho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te voy a cruzar a la moda algún día,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viejo creador de sueños, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destrozador de corazones ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adondequiera que vayas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo sigo tu camino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dos vagabundos, para ver el mundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tanto mundo para ver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dos buscamos el mismo arcoiris&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nos aguarda al final de la curva ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi fiel amigo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; el río de luna y yo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la película Breakfast at Tiffany's. &lt;br /&gt;"Moon River" is a song composed by Johnny Mercer (lyrics) and Henry Mancini (music) in 1961, for whom it won that year's Academy Award for Best Original Song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-600690040313435899?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/600690040313435899/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=600690040313435899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/600690040313435899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/600690040313435899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/2006/12/moon-river.html' title='Moon River_Audrey Hepburn'/><author><name>Juan Pablo Belair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SVhEECIRdqI/AAAAAAAAArI/NDi5c-OY_M0/S220/_MG_6918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22654502.post-115016050293020865</id><published>2006-06-12T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:15:37.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La despedida_Fito Páez</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDKgnTK6Dnc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo se detuvo en punto muerto&lt;br /&gt;y fue tan grande ese silencio, fue tan grande el desamor&lt;br /&gt;restos de un navío que encallaba&lt;br /&gt;yo te quise, yo te amaba&lt;br /&gt;no se bien lo qué pasó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando los jazmines no perfuman&lt;br /&gt;cuando sólo vemos bruma&lt;br /&gt;cuando el cuento terminó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo nos parece intranscendente&lt;br /&gt;no es cuestión de edad o de suerte&lt;br /&gt;de esto se trata el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que correr, tienes que correr a toda velocidad&lt;br /&gt;a toda velocidad ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo tus pupilas descubriendo algún Chagall&lt;br /&gt;en el invierno, creo del ´83&lt;br /&gt;yo estoy a tu lado revolviendo, ordenando libros viejos que leí pero olvidé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos de tu madre en el teléfono&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia es un espejo que me ayuda a verte bien&lt;br /&gt;oigo tu sonrisa que ilumina el estudio y la cocina&lt;br /&gt;entre las copas y el café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que correr, tienes que correr a toda velocidad&lt;br /&gt;a toda velocidad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe amargo el licor, de las cosas queridas&lt;br /&gt;se acabó lo mejor, quién nos quita esta herida&lt;br /&gt;tu me pierdes a mí yo te doy por perdida&lt;br /&gt;es la hora de huir, la despedida,&lt;br /&gt;la despedida ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que correr, tienes que correr a toda velocidad&lt;br /&gt;a toda velocidad ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22654502-115016050293020865?l=soyunsalieri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDKgnTK6Dnc' title='La despedida_Fito Páez'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soyunsalieri.blogspot.com/feeds/115016050293020865/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22654502&amp;postID=115016050293020865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22654502/posts/default/115016050293020865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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