BIENVENIDOS

Flauta traversa
Siempre me relajó el sonido de ese instrumento...y mas cuando Mr. Ian Anderson hacia su magia.

A New Day Yesterday
my first and last time with you
and we had some fun
went walking through the tree
sand than i kissed you once
oh, i want to see you soon
but i wonder how
it was a new day yesterday
but it's an old day now

spent a long time looking
for a game to play
my luck should be so bad now
to turn out this way
oh, i had to leave today
just when i thought i'd found you
it was a new day yesterday
but it's an old day now

Remember baby

Turn to me
If you gave up major vices
You're between a hard place and a wall
And your car breaks down in traffic on the street
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
You can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me
If you father is freebasing and your mother turning tricks
That's still no reason that you should have a rip
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
You can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me
When your teeth are ground down to the bone
And there's nothing between your legs
And some friend died of something that you can't pronounce
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
You can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me
You can't pay your rent
Your boss is an idiot
Your apartment has no heat
Your wife says: Maybe it's time to have a child
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
You can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me
What it's all too much
You turn the TV set on and light a cigarette
Then a public service announcement comes creeping on
You see a lung corroding or a fatal heart attack
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me

Bye bye, you crazy genious


I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can.
A gnome named Grimble Crumble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes. E
ating, sleeping, drinking their wine.

He wore a scarlet tunic,
A blue green hood,
It looked quite good. He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last.
Wining, dining, biding his time.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Oooooooooomray.

Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Winding, finding places to go.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Oooooooooomray.
Ooooooooooooooomray.

El anduvo por aqui, por alla, fue en diferentes direcciones, comio, bebio, sudó, se desnudó, se cambió, se vistió, rezó, oyó, habló.Ella fue por otros lares y tambien por los mismos en diferentes tiempos, jugó con sus dedos, jugaron con ella, lloró, rió, también sudó, desoyó y se arrepintió, se convenció.Por alguna razón los senderos siguieron en direcciones diferentes, sin cruzarse, serpenteaban por hrozontes opuestos pero vivían de mucha gente similar.Entre las paredes de recuerdos cada uno se cegaba cuando una meta estaba cerca y sacaba el cuchillo para romper las suaves telas que separaban el sueño de la realidad.Pero llegaron al límite, a la frontera de un cielo que nada tiene que ver con el que nos cubre, y allí, sin salida, solo con la alternativa de regresar se encontraron.Por supuesto que la falta de alternativas los unió, pero solo hasta que otros se fueron quedando tambien faltos de posibilidades, y sucesivamente se intercambiaban los roles de victima y consuelo.Pero había que regresar, porque ese cielo no era lindo, ni cálido, ni absoluto, ni protector, ni siquiera celesta...o blanco.Los continuos caminos sinuosos hicieron que en cada subida y bajada, en cada curva, en cada cambio de rumbo sus dedos otrora entrelazados se soltaran inevitablemente.Asi decidieron, cada uno solo y por su lado, tomar el rumbo de los puertos y embarcarse...y hoy surcan las aguas acogedoras y terribles.
El no quiere navegar sin rumbo.
Ella no quiere perder el timón.