diumenge, 28 d’octubre de 2007

How do you do - Shakira

Forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who have trespassed against us,
give us this day our daily bread,
daily bread, daily bread...

In Cello et In terra fiat Voluntas Tua Gloria Spiritui Sancto

What language do you speak
if you speak at all?
Are you some kind of freak
who lives to raise the ones who fall?

Hey, would you tell me why
the cat fights the dog?
Do you go to the Mosque
or the Synagogue?

And if our fates have all been wrapped around your finger,
and if you wrote the script then, why the troublemakers?

How do you do?
How does it feel to be so high
and are you happy?
Do you ever cry?

I sometimes cry...

You've made mistakes
well that's OK 'cause we all have
but if I forgive yours,
will you forgive mine?


Hey, do you feel our pain
and walk in our shoes?
Have you ever felt starved
or is your belly always full?

How many people die
and hurt in your name?
Hey, does that make you proud
or does it bring you shame?

And if our fates have all been wrapped around your finger,
and if you wrote the script then, why the troublemakers?

How do you do?
How does it feel to be so high
and are you happy?
Do you ever cry?

I sometimes cry...

You've made mistakes
well that's OK 'cause we all have
but if I forgive yours,
will you forgive mine?



Forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who have trespassed against us,
... Someh Zoonoobe Allah ...
give us this day our daily bread,
... Ya Allah ...
daily bread,
... Ya Allah ...
daily bread
... Ya Allah ...

Forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who have trespassed against us,
... Someh Zoonoobe Allah ...
... S'lach lanu ...
give us this day our daily bread,
... Mechilah ....
daily bread,
daily bread...



Thine is the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory
Amen!

How do you do?
How does it feel to be so high
and are you happy?
Do you ever cry?

I sometimes cry...

You've made mistakes
well that's OK 'cause we all have
but if I forgive yours,
will you forgive mine?


** escolteu-la! **


dimarts, 9 d’octubre de 2007

Recuerdos


Al llegar vi tus ganas,

la impaciencia de saberme aquí

y querer abrazar todos nuestros años

de golpe.


Vi tus ojos más pequeños

y tus profundas arrugas

me hablaron de otros veranos.


Vi aquello que se ve

sólo con el tiempo

y tú enseguida viste

qué poco queda,

cuánto se deja atrás.


Vi tu sonrisa más grande,

me vi lejos,

te vi pequeña,

y al ver tu lágrima caer

vi la mía asomando.


Vi que recordabas aún

¡tanto!

y eso me iluminó el día.


Te vi atropellar preguntas

y repetir mi nombre,

y recordé el sabor lejano

de las moras con azúcar.


Te vi tocar para creer ,

convencer y guardar el recuerdo

-otro más-

y el temblor de tus manos calientes

me arrancó estos torpes versos.



dimecres, 3 d’octubre de 2007

Mi no entendre pas...

La gent parla massa i de vegades massa ràpid. I jo, simplement, vull parlar el suficient per dir el que vull dir.

Si no parles ets un marginat, friki, avorrit, tímid i invisible.
Si parles molt ets un pesat, marginat, possiblement friki, avorrit i cansino.
Si parles just ets escàs de paraula i, possiblement, inoportú.
Si parles alt ets una verdulaire i pescatera...
Si parles a gust de cada orella ets hipòcrita, pelota i odiós.
Si parles clar ets borde.

No hi ha res millor que aquell/a qui et sap escoltar.