...no te apures ya más, loco porque es entonces cuando las horas bajan... el día es vidrio sin sol bajan... la noche te oculta la voz y además vos queres sol despacio también podés hallar la luna.
Diga aí amigo Como vai você Estou aqui contigo Você também me vê As vezes sou teu clone E você é o meu Não temos o mesmo nome Mas nossa vida se perdeu
Em encontros, e desencontros No mesmo sopro que atravessa eu e você Se estou contigo, é porque estás comigo E nós não podemos nos perder Paulinho Moska - Reflexos e Reflexões
Y todo transcurrir no es más que un punto, quizá un punto extensible o el revés de ese punto, porque el tiempo es puntual. Un punto que a veces se desliza levemente, como una gota de asombro de la luz o un inesperado corpúsculo de sombra, tan sólo para justificar algo parecido a un nivel en el barómetro casi fijo que mide la presión imposible de la vida.
O tal vez simplemente la presión diagonal de lo imposible.
And all the people that aren’t from here would like to come and stay And all the people that are from here just want to get away And all the people that aren’t from here would like to come and stay And all the people that are from here just want to go to Spain And then San Telmo to buy some “antiguos” Then to La Recoleta to see some conchetas
We’re going to Puerto Madero, Madero Puerto, yeah Kevin Johansen - Puerto Madero
Solo el tiburón sigue despierto solo el tiburón sigue buscando solo el tiburón sigue intranquilo solo el tiburón sigue acechando Tiburón, ¿qué buscas en la orilla? Tiburón, ¿qué buscas en la arena? Tiburón, ¿qué buscas en la orilla? Tiburón, serpiente marinera Tiburón, ¿qué buscas en la orilla? Cuidado con la ballena Tiburón, ¿qué buscas en la orilla? Respeta mi bandera. Rubén Blades, Tiburón
When youre growing up in a small town And youre having a nervous breakdown And you think that you'll never escape it Yourself or the place that you live
When youre growing up in a small town You know youll grow down in a small town There is only one good use for a small town You hate it and youll know you have to leave
Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone.
When I get older losing my hair, Many years from now. Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine. If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door, Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too, And if you say the word, I could stay with you. Paul Mc Cartney - When I'm Sixty-Four