Siendo

Naciste lo que eres, lo que llevas dentro.
Algo tan grande que asusta, hace enmudecer, hace llorar, hace feliz.
Es duro, muy duro, tanto que incluso a veces dudas, te preguntas si es el camino correcto, si elegiste bien.
Pero no elegiste nada, te eligieron a ti, por eso tiene sentido, por eso merece la pena, aunque no queden fuerzas.
Es el aliento de cada despertar, el suspiro de cada anochecer, la razón de ser, de vivir, de sentir.
Algo tan inmenso que darías la vida si fuera necesario, al instante, sin pensarlo, sin dudarlo.
Algo tan grande y tan hermoso que sólo es comparable al amor.

DE HABERLO SABIDO

De haberlo sabido
no hubiera dado todo en un principio
no hubiera sido la noche en tu espalda
ni congelándote de frío.

De haberlo sabido
me hubiera ido sin decirte nada
no hubiera sido tan duro contigo
no hubiera habido corazón en la garganta.

Peor que el olvido
fue frenar las ganas de verte otra vez
peor que el olvido
fue volverte a ver.

Me sobran motivos
pero me faltas tú sobre la cama
y ahora que las calles están llenas de bandidos
cuando necesito de tu madrugada
cuando ya te has ido
cuando me parte en dos de una tajada
no hubiera dudado en quedarme contigo
de haber sabido que no me esperabas.

Peor que el olvido
fue frenar las ganas de verte otra vez
peor que el olvido fue volverte a ver.

Quique González

There is no future, there is no past.

Sólo exite el ahora,
esta respiración,
este momento,
este segundo.
El pasado ya no exite.
El futuro se convertirá pronto
en el ahora.

Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love. Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.

It's time now to sing out,
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!

Oh you got to got to Remember the love! remember the love,
You Measure in love know that love is a gift from up above Seasons of love.
Share love, give love spread love.

MEASURE YOU LIFE IN LOVE.

One Song Glory

One song. Glory. One song
Before I go, Glory
One song to leave behind,

Find one song, one last refrain, glory
From the pretty boy front man,
Who wasted opportunity.

One song, he had the world at his feet,
Glory
In the eyes of a young girl, a young girl
Find glory, beyond the cheap colored lights

One song, before the sun sets
Glory - on another empty life
Time flies - time dies,
Glory - One blaze of glory
One blaze of glory - Glory

Find, Glory, in a song that rings true
Truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame

Find, one song, a song about love
Glory, from the soul of a young man
A young man

Find, the one song
Before the virus takes hold, glory
Like it sunset
One song
To redeem this empty life

Time flies
And then no need to endure anymore
Time dies

Sin saber qué pensar. Sin nada que decir

Life is a big show!!!!!

What good is sitting alone

In your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
COme hear the band.
Come blow a horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.

No use permitting
Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!

I used to have a girlfriend
Known as Elsie,
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't waht you'd call
A blushing flower...
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker:
"Well, that's what comes
From too much pills and liquor."
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
She was the happiest... corpse...
I'd ever seen.

I think of Elsie to this very day.
I remember how she'd turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting alone
In you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me,
I made my mind up, back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.

Start by admitting,
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that a long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Only a Cabarert, old chum

And I love a Cabaret!

SONRÍE, SONRÍE, SONRÍE!!!!!
Por los momentos de la vida...