<?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-2716289263853784543</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:48:12.372+02:00</updated><category term='phil collins'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='Bon Jovi'/><category term='Joaquín Sabina'/><category term='Queen'/><category term='Sting'/><category term='Bonnie Tyler'/><category term='The Doors'/><category term='Mecano'/><category term='Kansas'/><category term='Sinead O´Connor'/><category term='U2'/><category term='Víctor Manuel'/><category term='talk talk'/><category term='Radio Futura'/><category term='Martika'/><category term='Foreigner'/><category term='Joan Osborne'/><category term='Pedro Guerra'/><title type='text'>La Gramola</title><subtitle type='html'>Sonido del recuerdo, ¿recuerdas?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-92489775404086214</id><published>2009-02-10T17:32:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:35:23.586+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Jovi'/><title type='text'>Keep the faith, Bon Jovi (1992)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG3ShGhU9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/kjaoC5_6QBA/s1600-h/bon_jovi_keep_the_faith_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301219765143032786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG3ShGhU9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/kjaoC5_6QBA/s200/bon_jovi_keep_the_faith_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon Jovi me sabe a tantas cosas... Mis primeras salidas, mi clase de 8º EGB, mi primer amor, Esplugas, mi prima Desiré, mi amiga Ani -ambas estaban loquitas por Jon Bon Jovi-... Ains, cómo pasa el tiempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto, existe por ahí un rumor que lleva pululando unos 15 años sobre que aquí una servidora moría por los huesitos de Richie Sambora, el guitarra, y bueno, desde aquí aprovecho para aclarar que es absoluta y descaradamente cierto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaay, omá, qué rico! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG4XHTjLNI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oqQEhCeegws/s1600-h/Richie-Sambora%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301220943629331666" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG4XHTjLNI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oqQEhCeegws/s320/Richie-Sambora%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG3yP4cVtI/AAAAAAAAAto/KkAEIZrJsOA/s1600-h/richie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301220310276396754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG3yP4cVtI/AAAAAAAAAto/KkAEIZrJsOA/s320/richie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=afc9138" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mother mother tell your children&lt;br /&gt;That their time has just begun&lt;br /&gt;I have suffered for my anger&lt;br /&gt;There are wars that can't be won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father father please believe me&lt;br /&gt;I am laying down my guns&lt;br /&gt;I am broken like an arrow&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Forgive your wayward son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody to love (mother, mother)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody to hate (please believe me)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's bitching 'cause they can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold on&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one to lean on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith: you know you're gonna live thru the rain&lt;br /&gt;Lord you got to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Faith: don't let your love turn to hate&lt;br /&gt;Right now we got to Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Lord we got to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby when I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell me al's forgiven&lt;br /&gt;And just hide behind your pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody to love (mother, father)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody to hate (please don't leave me)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's bleeding 'cause the times are tough&lt;br /&gt;Well it's hard to be strong&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one to dream on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith: you know you're gonna live thru the rain&lt;br /&gt;Lord you got to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Now you know is not too late&lt;br /&gt;Oh you got to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Faith: don't let your love turn to hate&lt;br /&gt;Right now we got to Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Lord we got to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Of society's lies&lt;br /&gt;I don't like what I see no more&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I was blind&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wait forever&lt;br /&gt;To stand out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;So no one sees me cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Trying to wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother father&lt;br /&gt;There's things I've done I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;Every night we fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;It's hard with the world in yours face&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on, trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith: you know you're gonna live thru the rain&lt;br /&gt;Lord you got to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Faith: don't let your love turn to hate&lt;br /&gt;Right now we got to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Faith: now it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;Try to hold on, trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG20Jbvm0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bQesh4FYuac/s1600-h/bon+jovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301219243393522498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG20Jbvm0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bQesh4FYuac/s320/bon+jovi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno, como viene siendo habitual entre las grandes compañías, están vetando los videoclips más guapos de la historia, así que no podré poner el enlace directo, pero sí el indirecto... y éste lo tenéis que ver :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6R4LUPPngA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6R4LUPPngA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-92489775404086214?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/92489775404086214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=92489775404086214&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/92489775404086214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/92489775404086214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-faith-bon-jovi-1992.html' title='Keep the faith, Bon Jovi (1992)'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZG3ShGhU9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/kjaoC5_6QBA/s72-c/bon_jovi_keep_the_faith_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-2262962225006498906</id><published>2009-02-10T17:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:25:51.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martika'/><title type='text'>Toy soldiers, Martika (1989)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZGp0Ejm6sI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x6gYhrut_n8/s1600-h/martika406341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301204948433169090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZGp0Ejm6sI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x6gYhrut_n8/s320/martika406341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step by step, heart to heart, left right left&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down like toy soldiers&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my intention to mislead you&lt;br /&gt;It never should have been this way&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;It's true I did extent the invitation&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how long you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;When you hear temptation call&lt;br /&gt;It's your heart that takes, takes a fall&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come out and play with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, heart to heart, left right left&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down like toy soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit torn apart We never win&lt;br /&gt;But the battle wages on for toy soldiers&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning constantly&lt;br /&gt;How can it be&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so blind to this addiction&lt;br /&gt;If I don't stop the next one's gonna be me&lt;br /&gt;Only emptiness remains&lt;br /&gt;It replaces all, all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come out and play with me&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, heart to heart, left right left &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ecdc999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZGp8Trwv3I/AAAAAAAAAss/ViNKRvfhNH0/s1600-h/martika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301205089932853106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZGp8Trwv3I/AAAAAAAAAss/ViNKRvfhNH0/s320/martika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xmim-a-XzoM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gracias por quitarnos la licencia para compartir videos, Sony...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-2262962225006498906?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2262962225006498906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=2262962225006498906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/2262962225006498906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/2262962225006498906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2009/02/toy-soldiers-martika-1989.html' title='Toy soldiers, Martika (1989)'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SZGp0Ejm6sI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x6gYhrut_n8/s72-c/martika406341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-6721509327314412219</id><published>2009-01-21T18:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:41:21.349+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk talk'/><title type='text'>Such a same, Talk Talk (1984)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SXddjIsQcyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nDuUVavKdeY/s1600-h/talk+talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293802745207223074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SXddjIsQcyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nDuUVavKdeY/s320/talk+talk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk Talk fue un grupo londinense que se prodigó entre 1981 y 1991 con un estilo denominado synth pop (también encasillado en la ola new wave, incluso son reconocidos como precursores del post-rock) En ese periodo lanzaron al mercado cinco álbumes de estudio y un directo (1999). Mark Hollis y sus chicos lograron un reconocido éxito comercial con singles como "Today", "It's My Life", "Living in Another World", o éste que es mi favorito, perteneciente al álbum "It´s my life" titulado "Such a same":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SXdd6vzotUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/X3K2BkngpVQ/s1600-h/talk_talk_its_my_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293803150844147010" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SXdd6vzotUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/X3K2BkngpVQ/s320/talk_talk_its_my_life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0u5Vt5CLyY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0u5Vt5CLyY&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;to believe in escape.&lt;br /&gt;'A life on every face'&lt;br /&gt;But that's a change,&lt;br /&gt;until I'm finally left with an '8'.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to relax - I just stare.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know&lt;br /&gt;if I should change&lt;br /&gt;a feeling that we share.&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number me with rage&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame (such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;Number me in haste (such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;This eagerness to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dice decide my fate&lt;br /&gt;that's a shame&lt;br /&gt;In these trembling hands my faith&lt;br /&gt;tells me to react&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's unkind if I should change&lt;br /&gt;a feeling that we share.&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number me with rage&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame (such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;Number me in haste (such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;This eagerness to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such A shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to relax - I just stare.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know&lt;br /&gt;if I should change&lt;br /&gt;a feeling that we share.&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number me with rage&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame (such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;Number me in haste It's a shame (such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;Write across my name it's a shame (such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;Number me in haste (such a shame)&lt;br /&gt;This eagerness to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such A Shame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-6721509327314412219?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6721509327314412219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=6721509327314412219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/6721509327314412219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/6721509327314412219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-same-talk-talk-1984.html' title='Such a same, Talk Talk (1984)'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SXddjIsQcyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/nDuUVavKdeY/s72-c/talk+talk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-4322432310834811836</id><published>2008-12-16T17:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:04:17.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>The ground beneath her feet, U2 (año 2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Una puerta a aquellos años, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tan recordados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tan queridos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tan nuestros..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SUfeOV67JjI/AAAAAAAAApg/I84cQIiKPoE/s1600-h/u2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280433426099021362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SUfeOV67JjI/AAAAAAAAApg/I84cQIiKPoE/s200/u2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 es de esos grupos sencillamente indispensables y de los que no hace falta poner en antecedentes. Todo lo bueno que se podría decir de ellos se quedaría corto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SUfel9yq_OI/AAAAAAAAApo/6U1WczQT3II/s1600-h/folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280433831938817250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SUfel9yq_OI/AAAAAAAAApo/6U1WczQT3II/s200/folder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SUffB-BPZeI/AAAAAAAAApw/Y4AXyGUIi08/s1600-h/salman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280434313036260834" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SUffB-BPZeI/AAAAAAAAApw/Y4AXyGUIi08/s200/salman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta maravilla que eriza cada poro de mi piel pertenece a la BSO de "The million dollar hotel" (película coescrita y producida por Bono) La letra es original del escritor Salman Rushdie, autor de "los versos satánicos", y amenazado de muerte por ello desde entonces (aparece en el videoclip) Las otras cinco inéditas también son creación de U2, ahí es nada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerrad los ojos, y escuchad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQ-XKz0eNb8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQ-XKz0eNb8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I worshipped her&lt;br /&gt;Her golden voice, her beauty’s beat&lt;br /&gt;How she made us feel&lt;br /&gt;How she made me real&lt;br /&gt;And the ground beneath her feet&lt;br /&gt;And the ground beneath her feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can’t be sure of anything&lt;br /&gt;Black is white, and cold is heat&lt;br /&gt;For what I worshipped stole my love away&lt;br /&gt;It was the ground beneath her feet&lt;br /&gt;It was the ground beneath her feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly down your darkened way&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly underground&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be down there in another day&lt;br /&gt;I won’t rest until you’re found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you true, let me rescue you&lt;br /&gt;Let me lead you to where two roads meet&lt;br /&gt;O come back above&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s only love&lt;br /&gt;Only love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, My oh my&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, My oh my&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, My oh my&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, My oh my&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, My oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you true, let me rescue you&lt;br /&gt;Let me lead you to where two roads meet.&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you true, let me rescue you&lt;br /&gt;Let me lead you to where two roads meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, My oh my&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, My oh my&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, My oh my&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-4322432310834811836?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/4322432310834811836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=4322432310834811836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/4322432310834811836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/4322432310834811836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/12/ground-beneath-her-feet-u2-ao-2000.html' title='The ground beneath her feet, U2 (año 2000)'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SUfeOV67JjI/AAAAAAAAApg/I84cQIiKPoE/s72-c/u2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-5938518100332413939</id><published>2008-11-14T00:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:01:51.252+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mecano'/><title type='text'>Hijo de la Luna, Mecano (1986)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SRy-k1Z7DoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XZpAjJEEZh4/s1600-h/entre+el+cielo+y+el+suelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268295204137012866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SRy-k1Z7DoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XZpAjJEEZh4/s200/entre+el+cielo+y+el+suelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de mis canciones y de mis grupos preferidos..&lt;br /&gt;de toda una vida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=A3REPMDSCh4"&gt;http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=A3REPMDSCh4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SRy-0jw8mXI/AAAAAAAAApA/x8lraWK7GPE/s1600-h/hijodelaluna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268295474279651698" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SRy-0jw8mXI/AAAAAAAAApA/x8lraWK7GPE/s200/hijodelaluna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonto el que no entienda,&lt;br /&gt;cuenta una leyenda,&lt;br /&gt;que una hembra gitana&lt;br /&gt;conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;llorando pedía&lt;br /&gt;al llegar el día&lt;br /&gt;desposar un calé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendrás a tu hombre piel morena,&lt;br /&gt;desde el cielo habló la luna llena,&lt;br /&gt;pero a cambio quiero&lt;br /&gt;el hijo primero&lt;br /&gt;que le engendres a él&lt;br /&gt;que quien su hijo inmola,&lt;br /&gt;para no estar sola,&lt;br /&gt;poco le iba a querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna quieres ser madre&lt;br /&gt;y no encuentras querer&lt;br /&gt;que te haga mujer,&lt;br /&gt;dime luna de plata&lt;br /&gt;qué pretendes hacer&lt;br /&gt;con un niño de piel,&lt;br /&gt;ahahh, aahaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;hijo de la luna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De padre canela nació un niño&lt;br /&gt;blanco como el lomo de un armiño,&lt;br /&gt;con los ojos grises&lt;br /&gt;en vez de aceituna,&lt;br /&gt;niño albino de luna.&lt;br /&gt;Maldita su estampa&lt;br /&gt;este hijo es de un payo&lt;br /&gt;..y yo no me lo callo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna quieres ser madre&lt;br /&gt;y no encuentras querer&lt;br /&gt;que te haga mujer,&lt;br /&gt;dime luna de plata&lt;br /&gt;qué pretendes hacer&lt;br /&gt;con un niño de piel,&lt;br /&gt;ahahh, aahaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;hijo de la luna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitano al creerse deshonrado&lt;br /&gt;se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano&lt;br /&gt;¿de quién es el hijo?&lt;br /&gt;me has engañao fijo&lt;br /&gt;y de muerte la hirió.&lt;br /&gt;Luego se hizo al monte&lt;br /&gt;con el niño en brazos&lt;br /&gt;y allí le abandonó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna quieres ser madre&lt;br /&gt;y no encuentras querer&lt;br /&gt;que te haga mujer,&lt;br /&gt;dime luna de plata&lt;br /&gt;qué pretendes hacer&lt;br /&gt;con un niño de piel,&lt;br /&gt;ahahh, aahaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;hijo de la luna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las noches que haya luna llena&lt;br /&gt;será porque el niño esté de buenas,&lt;br /&gt;y si el niño llora&lt;br /&gt;menguará la luna&lt;br /&gt;para hacerle una cuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..y si el niño llora&lt;br /&gt;menguará la luna&lt;br /&gt;para hacerle una cuna. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-5938518100332413939?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/5938518100332413939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=5938518100332413939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/5938518100332413939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/5938518100332413939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/11/una-de-mis-canciones-y-de-mis-leyendas.html' title='Hijo de la Luna, Mecano (1986)'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SRy-k1Z7DoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XZpAjJEEZh4/s72-c/entre+el+cielo+y+el+suelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-1410393177971235302</id><published>2008-11-05T15:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:18:20.406+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Víctor Manuel'/><title type='text'>Cruzar los brazos, Víctor Manuel (1986)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SRG5GwAF-PI/AAAAAAAAAow/pRVJbLaMud0/s1600-h/ParaLaTSiempreT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265192964988467442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SRG5GwAF-PI/AAAAAAAAAow/pRVJbLaMud0/s200/ParaLaTSiempreT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En un día tan significativo como el de hoy,&lt;br /&gt;una canción como ésta viene que ni pintada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá llegue el día en que todo el mundo, incluído EE.UU.&lt;br /&gt;cruce los brazos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No más guerras, no más derramamientos de sangre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ks-B9gdHczU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ks-B9gdHczU&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que alguien piense que tú estás equivocado&lt;br /&gt;que les puedas parecer un bicho raro&lt;br /&gt;eso no es malo, eso no es malo.&lt;br /&gt;Si te carga que un experto en bombardeos&lt;br /&gt;te lo explique y tú no entiendas&lt;br /&gt;de que vá el juego.&lt;br /&gt;Levanta el dedo, levanta el dedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no sabes a qué distancia está esa estrella&lt;br /&gt;las galaxias no te estimulan, no te interesan&lt;br /&gt;no es tu guerra, no es tu guerra&lt;br /&gt;pero piensas que esos meces son robados,&lt;br /&gt;los que te hacen dar servicio de soldado&lt;br /&gt;son tan largos, son tan largos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si estas dispusto a hacer un buen corte de mangas&lt;br /&gt;a quien te ordene conquistar aquella playa,&lt;br /&gt;tender un puente, acorralar a algún vecino&lt;br /&gt;en el supuesto que atacara el enemigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el peligro es que te llame mal patriota&lt;br /&gt;los que siempre hacen las cosas por pelotas&lt;br /&gt;menuda gloria, menuda gloria.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estoy cautivo, solo y desarmado&lt;br /&gt;no hay mejor defensa que cruzar los brazos&lt;br /&gt;pasar de largo, cruzar los brazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez mañana no habrá nada que escupa fuego&lt;br /&gt;y el que se invente el tirachinas le colgaremos&lt;br /&gt;reposaremos nuestra miseria en un caldo espeso&lt;br /&gt;quizás ese día todos seremos tontos o ciegos.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estoy cautivo, solo y desarmado&lt;br /&gt;no hay mejor defensa que cruzar los brazos&lt;br /&gt;pasar de largo, cruzar los brazos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-1410393177971235302?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1410393177971235302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=1410393177971235302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-6402356488107711841</id><published>2008-10-21T12:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:00:28.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Doors'/><title type='text'>Break on through, The Doors (1967)</title><content type='html'>Jim Morrison y los suyos, The Doors. Qué amante del rock no ha guitarreado con esta canción, jeje..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SP20w4gskAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bKMTkhSznmg/s1600-h/the_doors_the_doors_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259558691734851586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SP20w4gskAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bKMTkhSznmg/s200/the_doors_the_doors_grande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You know the day destroys the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Night divides the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tried to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tried to hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side, yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We chased our pleasures here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dug our treasures there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But can you still recall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The time we cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everybody loves my baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everybody loves my baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;She gets, she gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;She gets, she gets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I found an island in your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A country in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Arms that chain us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eyes that lied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through, Au! Oh, yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Made the scene from week to week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Day to day, hour to hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The gate is straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deep and wide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through, break on through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break on through, break on through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tah0OnS3nBU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tah0OnS3nBU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2716289263853784543-6402356488107711841?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6402356488107711841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=6402356488107711841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/6402356488107711841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/6402356488107711841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/10/break-on-through-doors-1967.html' title='Break on through, The Doors (1967)'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SP20w4gskAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bKMTkhSznmg/s72-c/the_doors_the_doors_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-92948045724949859</id><published>2008-09-16T19:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:59:24.625+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Guerra'/><title type='text'>Deseo, Pedro Guerra</title><content type='html'>A veces ocurre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SM_xr8VDovI/AAAAAAAAAig/KNASIqOx814/s1600-h/200604182850_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246677828141032178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SM_xr8VDovI/AAAAAAAAAig/KNASIqOx814/s200/200604182850_grande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te seguiré &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hasta el final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te buscaré en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;bajo la luz y las sombras&lt;br /&gt;y en los &lt;strong&gt;dibujos&lt;/strong&gt; del aire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te seguiré hasta el final&lt;br /&gt;te pediré de rodillas&lt;br /&gt;que te desnudes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;te mostraré mis heridas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y con las luces del alba&lt;br /&gt;antes que tú te despiertes&lt;br /&gt;se hará &lt;strong&gt;ceniza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; el deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me marcharé para siempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te seguiré hasta el final&lt;br /&gt;entre los musgos del bosque&lt;br /&gt;te pediré tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;que hagamos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nuestra&lt;/span&gt; la noche.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te seguiré hasta el final&lt;br /&gt;con el tesón del acero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te buscaré&lt;/span&gt; por &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;la lluvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para mojarme en tu beso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y con las luces del alba&lt;br /&gt;antes que tú te despiertes&lt;br /&gt;se hará ceniza el deseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me marcharé&lt;/span&gt; para siempre&lt;br /&gt;y cuando todo se acabe&lt;br /&gt;y se hagan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;polvo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;las alas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no habré sabido por qué&lt;br /&gt;me he vuelto loco por nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te seguiré hasta el final&lt;br /&gt;por la ladera del &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;para rogarte, por Dios&lt;br /&gt;que me hagas sitio en tus besos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y con las luces del alba&lt;br /&gt;antes que tú te despiertes&lt;br /&gt;se hará ceniza el deseo&lt;br /&gt;me marcharé &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando todo se acabe&lt;br /&gt;y se hagan polvo las alas&lt;br /&gt;no habré sabido por qué&lt;br /&gt;me he vuelto &lt;strong&gt;loco&lt;/strong&gt; por nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y con las luces del alba&lt;br /&gt;antes que tú te despiertes&lt;br /&gt;se hará &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ceniza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;el deseo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me marcharé para siempre&lt;br /&gt;y cuando todo se acabe&lt;br /&gt;y se hagan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;polvo&lt;/span&gt; las alas&lt;br /&gt;no habré sabido por qué&lt;br /&gt;me he vuelto loco &lt;strong&gt;por nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/92948045724949859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/92948045724949859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/09/deseo-pedro-guerra.html' title='Deseo, Pedro Guerra'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SM_xr8VDovI/AAAAAAAAAig/KNASIqOx814/s72-c/200604182850_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-7582566354638931747</id><published>2008-08-28T19:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:52:15.474+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><title type='text'>When we dance, Sting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una canción que toca mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulta tan sencillo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bailar &lt;strong&gt;contigo&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SLblmFukVaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/L8A9DWvtf4s/s1600-h/s1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627659027436962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SLblmFukVaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/L8A9DWvtf4s/s200/s1553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If he loved you&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you&lt;br /&gt;I would walk away in shame&lt;br /&gt;I'd move town I'd change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he watches you&lt;br /&gt;When he counts to buy your soul&lt;br /&gt;On your hand his golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Like he owns a bird that sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest has said my soul's salvation&lt;br /&gt;Is in the balance of the angels&lt;br /&gt;And underneath the wheels of passion&lt;br /&gt;I keep the faith in my fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;[I'm gonna find a place to live&lt;br /&gt;Give you all I've got to give]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings&lt;br /&gt;When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could break down these walls&lt;br /&gt;And shout my name at heaven's gate&lt;br /&gt;I'd take these hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate&lt;br /&gt;Cathedrals are broken&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's no longer above&lt;br /&gt;And hellfire's a promise away&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be saying&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you&lt;br /&gt;He won't care for you this way&lt;br /&gt;He'll mistreat you if you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and live with me&lt;br /&gt;We'll have children of our own&lt;br /&gt;I would love you more than life&lt;br /&gt;If you'll come and be my wife&lt;br /&gt;When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings&lt;br /&gt;When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings&lt;br /&gt;When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings&lt;br /&gt;When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you more than life&lt;br /&gt;If you will only be my wife&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you more than life&lt;br /&gt;If you will only be my wife&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you night and day&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I had a dream last night&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt you were by my side&lt;br /&gt;Walking with me baby&lt;br /&gt;My heart was filled with pride&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCqVYPSQEhI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCqVYPSQEhI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-7582566354638931747?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/7582566354638931747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=7582566354638931747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/7582566354638931747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/7582566354638931747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-we-dance-sting.html' title='When we dance, Sting'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SLblmFukVaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/L8A9DWvtf4s/s72-c/s1553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-8901341375674298665</id><published>2008-08-18T17:53:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:52:14.058+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'>The show must go on, Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SKmnwW4LYUI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JJZOwgmS6NY/s1600-h/freddy_mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235900491011678530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SKmnwW4LYUI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JJZOwgmS6NY/s200/freddy_mercury.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235900301358404018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SKmnlUXUEbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sHWluDWTnYE/s200/queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y como decían por ahí abajo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el espectáculo debe continuar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SKmoP541C4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/EG2oMKjlAbg/s1600-h/Queen-Innuendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235901032985594754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SKmoP541C4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/EG2oMKjlAbg/s200/Queen-Innuendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Empty spaces - what are we living for?&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned places - I guess we know the score&lt;br /&gt;On and on&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know what we are looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hero another mindless crime&lt;br /&gt;Behind the curtain in the pantomime&lt;br /&gt;Hold the line&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody want to take it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;My make-up may be flaking&lt;br /&gt;But my smile still stays on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens I'll leave it all to chance&lt;br /&gt;Another heartache another failed romance&lt;br /&gt;On and on&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know what we are living for?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;I must be warmer now&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be turning round the corner now&lt;br /&gt;Outside the dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on - yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;inside my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;My make-up may be flaking&lt;br /&gt;But my smile still stays on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die&lt;br /&gt;I can fly, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;I'll face it with a grin&lt;br /&gt;I'm never giving in&lt;br /&gt;On with the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll top the bill&lt;br /&gt;I'll overkill&lt;br /&gt;I have to find the will to carry on!&lt;br /&gt;On with the&lt;br /&gt;On with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ADh8Fs3YdU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ADh8Fs3YdU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-8901341375674298665?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8901341375674298665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=8901341375674298665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/8901341375674298665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/8901341375674298665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/08/show-must-go-on-queen.html' title='The show must go on, Queen'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SKmnwW4LYUI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JJZOwgmS6NY/s72-c/freddy_mercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-711026276988738601</id><published>2008-08-04T18:03:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:52:33.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foreigner'/><title type='text'>Foreigner, I want to know what love is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SJcx-kuahSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/16ktw8vn9iU/s1600-h/foreigner3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230704443294123298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SJcx-kuahSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/16ktw8vn9iU/s200/foreigner3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitad británico, mitad estadounidense, - de ahí que el nombre del grupo sea "Extranjero"- Foreigner fue creado en Nueva York a principios de los años 70 por Mick Jones, Ian McDonald y su cantante Lou Gramm, a los que se sumaron Dennis Elliot, Al Greenwood y Ed Gagliardi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SJcyHBLEtKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/17-D4skEsAk/s1600-h/AlbumCovers-Foreigner-AgentProvocateur(1984).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230704588369474722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SJcyHBLEtKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/17-D4skEsAk/s200/AlbumCovers-Foreigner-AgentProvocateur(1984).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su discografía cuenta con un total de nueve álbumes y un Grandes Éxitos, que van desde 1977 a 1994. Tienen varios éxitos reconocidos como "Feels Like the First Time", "Cold as ice", "Dirty White Boy", "Waiting For A Girl Like You", o "That Was Yesterday; pero sin duda alguna, su gran éxito fue este "I Want To Know What Love Is", incluído en su trabajo Agent Provocateur, de 1985. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta take a little time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a little time to think things over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I better read between the lines,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in case I need it when I'm older.. Ohhh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now this mountain I must climb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feels like a world upon my shoulders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the clouds I see love shine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it keeps me warm as lifegrows colder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my life, there's been heartache and pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know, if I can face it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stop now, I've traveled so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to change this lonely life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know what love is, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to show me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to feel what love is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can show me.. Ohhohh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna take a little time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a little time to look around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got nowhere left to hide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it looks like love has finally found me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my life, there's been heartache and pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know, if I can face it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stop now, I've traveled so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to change this lonely life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know what love is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to show me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to feel what love is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can show me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know what love is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to show me (and I wanna feel)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to feel what love is (and I know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can show me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's talk about love (I want to know what love is)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love that you feel inside (I want you to show me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm feeling so much love (I want to feel what love is)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, you just can't hide (I know you can show me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhh... aaah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know what love is (let's talk about love)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can show me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna feel it toos (I want to feel what love is)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna feel it too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know, and I know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can show me (show me love is real)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah.. (I want to know what love is)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna know (I know you can show me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9OGfBGOCpk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9OGfBGOCpk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2716289263853784543-711026276988738601?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/711026276988738601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=711026276988738601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/711026276988738601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/711026276988738601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/08/foreigner-i-want-to-know-what-love-is.html' title='Foreigner, I want to know what love is'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SJcx-kuahSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/16ktw8vn9iU/s72-c/foreigner3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-2648720157724892291</id><published>2008-07-01T00:29:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:30:01.522+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio Futura'/><title type='text'>Annabel Lee, Radio Futura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGoFn6llpxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ODCSYla52TQ/s1600-h/radio+futura-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217989301562091282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGoFn6llpxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ODCSYla52TQ/s200/radio+futura-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Radio Futura, uno de los grupos más representativos de la&lt;em&gt; movida madrileña&lt;/em&gt; en sus inicios&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; nació el mismo año que yo, 1979, gracias a una idea de Herminio Molero: crear una nueva formación de rock en el panorama musical español. Pero en el alma del grupo han estado y siempre estarán los hermanos Auserón, Santiago (actual &lt;em&gt;Juan Perro)&lt;/em&gt; y su hermano Luis, junto a Enrique Sierra y Solrac (Carlos Velázquez). En 1981 se desmarcan de Molero, y renacen tal y como les recordamos pasados los años, pese a nuevas entradas y salidas en el grupo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGoFSk80IQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6c4ykAMtevc/s1600-h/la+cancion+de+juan+perro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217988934976676098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGoFSk80IQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6c4ykAMtevc/s320/la+cancion+de+juan+perro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuentan con grandes y reconocidos éxitos, y lo más curioso, de distintos ritmos y fusiones; pero a mí siempre me apasionó una canción en especial,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Annabel Lee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, incluída dentro del álbum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La canción de Juan Perro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, publicado en &lt;strong&gt;1987&lt;/strong&gt;. Esta letra de Santiago Auserón es en realidad la traducción de un poema de Edgar Allan Poe, conocido como uno de los poetas malditos, y base de inspiración para otros como él como Charles Baudelaire, ambos del siglo XIX e impregnados por el verdadero espíritu romántico, cargado de misterio y misticismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGoGwog4wFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Q3DsFxAcF_E/s1600-h/AnnabelLee1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217990550840983634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGoGwog4wFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Q3DsFxAcF_E/s200/AnnabelLee1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Annabel Lee la llaman la canción de la belleza inmortal. No se quedaron cortos. El vídeo es el primero que recuerdo haber visto en mi vida, junto a otro de una canción que pronto aparecerá por aquí, y me marcó tanto que jamás he podido olvidarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hace muchos, muchos años en un reino junto al mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;habitó una señorita cuyo nombre era Annabel Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y crecía aquella flor sin pensar en nada más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;que en amar y ser amada, ser amada por mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Éramos sólo dos niños mas tan grande nuestro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;que los ángeles del cielo nos cogieron envidia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pues no eran tan felices, ni siquiera la mitad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;como todo el mundo sabe, en aquel reino junto al mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Por eso un viento partió de una oscura nube aquella noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;para helar el corazón de la hermosa Annabel Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;luego vino a llevársela su noble parentela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;para enterrarla en un sepulcro en aquel reino junto al mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No luce la luna sin traérmela en sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ni brilla una estrella sin que vea sus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y así paso la noche acostado con ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mi querida hermosa, mi vida, mi esposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nuestro amor era más fuerte que el amor de los mayores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;que saben más como dicen de las cosas de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ni los ángeles del cielo ni los demonios del mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;separaran jamás mi alma del alma de Annabel Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No luce la luna sin traérmela en sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ni brilla una estrella sin que vea sus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y así paso la noche acostado con ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mi querida hermosa, mi vida, mi esposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;En aquel sepulcro junto al mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;en su tumba junto al mar ruidoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hace muchos, muchos años en un reino junto al mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;habitó una señorita cuyo nombre era Annabel Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y crecía aquella flor sin pensar en nada más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;que en amar y ser amada, ser amada por mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuZMhbU5TPY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuZMhbU5TPY&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-2648720157724892291?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2648720157724892291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=2648720157724892291&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/2648720157724892291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/2648720157724892291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/07/annabel-lee-radio-futura.html' title='Annabel Lee, Radio Futura'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGoFn6llpxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ODCSYla52TQ/s72-c/radio+futura-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-714802244924276939</id><published>2008-06-26T12:11:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:50:20.439+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Osborne'/><title type='text'>One of us, Joan Osborne</title><content type='html'>Hoy me apetecía mucho escuchar esta canción..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGNzyUJeGUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fkwShGQ9ciY/s1600-h/one+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216140101664250178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGNzyUJeGUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fkwShGQ9ciY/s320/one+of+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan Osborne, a pesar de ese apellido tan español, es estadounidense. Apenas si grabó dos trabajos y creó una discográfica independiente, &lt;em&gt;Womanly Hips. &lt;/em&gt;Sin embargo, su voz es tan personal que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of us&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;-perteneciente al álbum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, 1995- se cuela a menudo en mi mente. Por ella consiguió el Grammy ese mismo año. Fue escrita por &lt;a class="new" title="Eric Bazilian (aún no redactado)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Eric_Bazilian&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;Eric Bazilian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGNzj3Zs5WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mXj_hk6dSiY/s1600-h/relish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216139853429532002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGNzj3Zs5WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mXj_hk6dSiY/s320/relish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If God had a name, what would it be&lt;br /&gt;And would you call it to his face&lt;br /&gt;If you were faced with him in all his glory&lt;br /&gt;What would you ask if you had just one question&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;If God had a face what would it look like&lt;br /&gt;And would you want to see&lt;br /&gt;If seeing meant that you would have to believe&lt;br /&gt;In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints&lt;br /&gt;and all the prophets&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;He's trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Back up to heaven all alone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody calling on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Except for the pope maybe in rome&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;What if god was one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Like a holy rolling stone&lt;br /&gt;Back up to heaven all alone&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Nobody calling on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Except for the pope maybe in rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4CRkpBGQzU&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4CRkpBGQzU&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&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/2716289263853784543-714802244924276939?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/714802244924276939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=714802244924276939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/714802244924276939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/714802244924276939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-us-joan-osborne.html' title='One of us, Joan Osborne'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGNzyUJeGUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fkwShGQ9ciY/s72-c/one+of+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-2391832988367174078</id><published>2008-06-24T10:53:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:39:30.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what you want, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGC-4nocdUI/AAAAAAAAANw/rMXW4G1WMTo/s1600-h/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215378248415606082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGC-4nocdUI/AAAAAAAAANw/rMXW4G1WMTo/s320/texas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El grupo Texas es originario de Glasgow, Escocia y se formó en 1986 gracias al empeño del bajista, Johnny McElhone. Su vocalista -y guitarra-, Sharleen Spiteri, le da el toque a unas canciones ya de por sí bellas y elegantes, pero acentuadas gracias a su cristalina y sensual voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su discografía, que va desde 1989 a 2005, cuenta hasta ahora con siete trabajos, más el &lt;em&gt;Greatest Hits&lt;/em&gt; recopilatorio que publicaron en el año 2000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say what you want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;es relativamente reciente y de sus canciones más conocidas. Pertenece al álbum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;White on blonde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de &lt;strong&gt;1997&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGC_DTea9NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JV17lLlZfvA/s1600-h/Texas_whiteonblonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215378431983416530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGC_DTea9NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JV17lLlZfvA/s320/Texas_whiteonblonde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Twenty seconds on the back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I feel you're on the run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Never lived too long to make right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I see you're doing fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And when I get that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can no longer slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can no longer run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ah no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And when I get that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can no longer hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For it's no longer fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ah no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yeah, you can say what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But it won't change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;About you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And you can tell me your reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But it won't change my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;About you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;What I am is what you want of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yeah, now that I'm not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I took the tables away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's turned and I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And when I get that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can no longer slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can no longer run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ah no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And when I get that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can no longer hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For it's no longer fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ah no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yeah, you can say what you want&lt;br /&gt;But it won't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But it won't change my feelings&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;About you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I've said good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Try to sleep tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ah just dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Go close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cause I've closed mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The sun will shine from time to time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh, when you dream of me, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yeah, you can say what you want&lt;br /&gt;But it won't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But it won't change my feelings&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;About you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BkCkD1xIYlU&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BkCkD1xIYlU&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-2391832988367174078?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/2391832988367174078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=2391832988367174078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/2391832988367174078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/2391832988367174078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-what-you-want-texas.html' title='Say what you want, Texas'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SGC-4nocdUI/AAAAAAAAANw/rMXW4G1WMTo/s72-c/texas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-6443187488179795245</id><published>2008-06-21T01:54:00.028+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:04:01.023+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaquín Sabina'/><title type='text'>Y sin embargo, Joaquín Sabina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFzts2sqHBI/AAAAAAAAANc/7NIWJuJ5NM0/s1600-h/sabina_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214303823441042450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFzts2sqHBI/AAAAAAAAANc/7NIWJuJ5NM0/s320/sabina_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y empezamos con las eñes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De Joaquín Sabina, el canalla más canalla de todos los canallas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;habidos y por haber.., tito Sabi para los amigos, poco que decir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que no se sepa de él. Uno de mis indispensables, y una de mis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;canciones preferidas. Data del año 1996, publicada dentro del &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;álbum &lt;strong&gt;Yo, mi, me, contigo&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La década de los 90 fue especialmente esplendorosa para él, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no hay más que echarle un ojo a su discografía &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mentiras Piadosas, Física y Química,Esta boca es mía, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 días y 500 noches..- y a esas joyitas que nos enamoraron &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para la eternidad de manera inevitable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sobra sabes que eres la primera,&lt;br /&gt;que no miento si juro que daría&lt;br /&gt;por ti la vida entera&lt;br /&gt;por ti la vida entera;&lt;br /&gt;y, sin embargo, un rato cada día,&lt;br /&gt;ya ves, te engañaría con cualquiera,&lt;br /&gt;te cambiaría por cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni tan arrepentido ni encantado&lt;br /&gt;de haberme conocido, lo confieso.&lt;br /&gt;Tú que tanto has besado&lt;br /&gt;tú que me has enseñado,&lt;br /&gt;sabes mejor que yo que hasta los huesos&lt;br /&gt;sólo calan los besos&lt;br /&gt;que no has dado,&lt;br /&gt;los labios del pecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque una casa sin ti es una emboscada,&lt;br /&gt;el pasillo de un tren de madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;un laberinto&lt;br /&gt;sin luz ni vino tinto,&lt;br /&gt;un velo de alquitrán en la mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me envenenan los besos que voy dando&lt;br /&gt;y, sin embargo, cuando&lt;br /&gt;duermo sin ti contigo sueño,&lt;br /&gt;y con todas si duermes a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;y si te vas me voy por los tejados&lt;br /&gt;como un gato sin dueño&lt;br /&gt;perdido en el pañuelo de amargura&lt;br /&gt;que empaña sin mancharla tu hermosura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No debería contarlo y, sin embargo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando pido la llave de un hotel&lt;br /&gt;y a media noche encargo&lt;br /&gt;un buen champán francés&lt;br /&gt;y cena con velitas para dos,&lt;br /&gt;siempre es con otra, amor,&lt;br /&gt;nunca contigo,&lt;br /&gt;bien sabes lo que digo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque una casa sin ti es una oficina,&lt;br /&gt;un teléfono ardiendo en la cabina,&lt;br /&gt;una palmera&lt;br /&gt;en el museo de cera,&lt;br /&gt;un éxodo de oscuras golondrinas.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando vuelves hay fiesta&lt;br /&gt;en la cocina&lt;br /&gt;y bailes sin orquesta&lt;br /&gt;y ramos de rosas con espinas,&lt;br /&gt;pero dos no es igual que uno más uno&lt;br /&gt;y el lunes al café del desayuno&lt;br /&gt;vuelve la guerra fría&lt;br /&gt;y al cielo de tu boca el purgatorio&lt;br /&gt;y al dormitorio&lt;br /&gt;el pan de cada día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me envenenan los besos que voy dando..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYPTEtiHJUQ&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYPTEtiHJUQ&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-6443187488179795245?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/6443187488179795245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=6443187488179795245&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/6443187488179795245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/6443187488179795245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-sin-embargo.html' title='Y sin embargo, Joaquín Sabina.'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFzts2sqHBI/AAAAAAAAANc/7NIWJuJ5NM0/s72-c/sabina_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-247935068715978324</id><published>2008-06-20T12:29:00.030+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:31:08.756+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinead O´Connor'/><title type='text'>Nothing compares 2 U, Sinead O´Connor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFuJTLAeH9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/8B8Q5VQdFS8/s1600-h/sinead+o%C2%B4connor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213911956076765138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFuJTLAeH9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/8B8Q5VQdFS8/s320/sinead+o%C2%B4connor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perteneciente al álbum &lt;em&gt;I do not want what I haven´t got -&lt;/em&gt;publicado&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;en 1989&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; esta canción original de Prince llevó a lo más alto a Sinead, originaria de Dublín, simpatizante del IRA -aunque más tarde se retractara- y con una vida muy revuelta desde temprana edad. Quién no recuerda las lágrimas de sus ojos en el videoclip de esta canción...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's been seven hours and fifteen days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Since u been gone I can do whatever I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can see whomever I choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing compares 2 u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's been so lonely without u here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Like a bird without a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tell me baby where did I go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I could put my arms around every boy I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But they'd only remind me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guess what he told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He said girl u better try to have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No matter what u do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But he's a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing compares 2 u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All the flowers that u planted, mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In the back yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All died when u went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I'm willing to give it another try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nothing compares 2 u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&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/QH7KTxKwNQ4&amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QH7KTxKwNQ4&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-247935068715978324?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/247935068715978324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=247935068715978324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/247935068715978324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/247935068715978324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-compares-2-u-sinead-oconnor.html' title='Nothing compares 2 U, Sinead O´Connor'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFuJTLAeH9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/8B8Q5VQdFS8/s72-c/sinead+o%C2%B4connor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-1357462703434305000</id><published>2008-06-15T17:59:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:38:04.058+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phil collins'/><title type='text'>I Wish It Would Rain Down, Phil Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY9H-p1jLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1_f6B3_gyHY/s1600-h/phil+collins,+Y+wish+it+would+rain+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212420826014780594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY9H-p1jLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1_f6B3_gyHY/s320/phil+collins,+Y+wish+it+would+rain+down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil Collins es de los artistas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;más completos que conozco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-batería, pianista, cantante, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;compositor, productor..- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y posiblemente al que más &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;admire de tantos como me gustan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pese a sus comienzos como actor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su sueño era la música. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre fue un virtuoso con &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la batería, así que en 1970 se unió &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;al grupo &lt;em&gt;Genesis&lt;/em&gt;, sustituyendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;además a Peter Gabriel en 1974 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como solista principal cuando éste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decidió abandonar la formación. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con ellos compuso canciones increíbles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hasta 1996, pero me centraré &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en su carrera en solitario, que cuenta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con ocho trabajos publicados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entre 1981 y 2002. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su primer álbum, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face Value&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; salió al mercado en 1981 y desde entonces ha cosechado un gran éxito con temazos como In the air tonight, &lt;em&gt;You can´t hurry love, Sussudio, One more night, Do you remember, Colours, Another day in paradise -&lt;/em&gt;uno de sus éxitos más reconocidos&lt;em&gt;-,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Everyday, Both sides of story,&lt;/em&gt; o ésta que destaco hoy&lt;em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;I whis it would rain down&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; recogida en el álbum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...But seriously,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;publicado en 1989. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY9YjsxYEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Y8473gh7FPw/s1600-h/phil_collins_-_but_seriously_-_front__%5Bcovertarget_com%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212421110837108802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY9YjsxYEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Y8473gh7FPw/s320/phil_collins_-_but_seriously_-_front__%5Bcovertarget_com%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actualmente se dedica a componer bandas sonoras para películas -consiguió el Óscar a la mejor canción en 1999 con &lt;em&gt;You ’ll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;, tema principal de Tarzán- y temas para otros artistas. En 2004 se vio obligado a dejar los escenarios por un problema de audición, tanto trabajo casi le deja sordo. Su último concierto en España fue el 1 de julio de ese año, en Barcelona, al que no pude acudir por trabajo. Desde entonces tengo ese sueño frustrado de verle actuar en directo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY--LMu15I/AAAAAAAAAMI/FdkrrOABj90/s1600-h/phil+collins+con+osccar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212422856606930834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY--LMu15I/AAAAAAAAAMI/FdkrrOABj90/s320/phil+collins+con+osccar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como recomendación, os dejo la de un álbum titulado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both sides.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Todos sus trabajos son exquisitos, pero este tiene la particularidad de que está compuesto, producido e interpretado íntegramente -todos los intrumentos que aparecen fueron tocados por él- por este genio de la música. Digno de cualquier discoteca que se precie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY_nh1LBbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AAJWHyjwtEo/s1600-h/both+sides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212423567056766386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY_nh1LBbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AAJWHyjwtEo/s320/both+sides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dejo con el videoclip de I wish it would rain down que, por cierto, parece premonitorio. A ver si sóis capaces de reconocer a alguien más en el vídeo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0s-yE0e8RvI&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0s-yE0e8RvI&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-1357462703434305000?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1357462703434305000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=1357462703434305000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/1357462703434305000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/1357462703434305000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish-it-would-rain-down-phil-collins.html' title='I Wish It Would Rain Down, Phil Collins'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFY9H-p1jLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1_f6B3_gyHY/s72-c/phil+collins,+Y+wish+it+would+rain+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-1357474928195943043</id><published>2008-06-15T16:58:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:49:09.114+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnie Tyler'/><title type='text'>Total eclipse of the heart, Bonnie Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFU1VIDoPKI/AAAAAAAAALw/Uhl-9WY9WcQ/s1600-h/Bonnie%2BTyler%2B-%2BFaster%2Bthan%2Bthe%2Bspeed%2Bof%2Bnight%2B-%2B1983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212130780807445666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFU1VIDoPKI/AAAAAAAAALw/Uhl-9WY9WcQ/s320/Bonnie%2BTyler%2B-%2BFaster%2Bthan%2Bthe%2Bspeed%2Bof%2Bnight%2B-%2B1983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Compuesta por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jim Steinman" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Steinman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jim Steinman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, fue publicada en 1983 dentro del álbum "Faster Than the Speed of Night" de la cantante galesa, convirtiéndose en seguida en número 1 de las listas de todo el mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Su voz desgarradora inconfundible la convierte en una de las cantantes más adoradas de los años 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And you're never coming round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Of listening to the sound of my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit nervous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That the best all of the years have gone by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit terrified &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And then I see the look in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn around bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn around bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I need you now tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I need you more than ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We'll be holding on forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And we'll only be making it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We can take it to the end of the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I really need you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But now I'm only falling apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But now there's only love in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nothing I can say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(INSTRUMENTAL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn around bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turn around bright eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I need you now tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I need you more than ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We can take it to the end of the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know what to do and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm always in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I really need you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But now I'm only falling apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There's nothing I can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But now there's only love in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nothing I can say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55nTwg5NIPM&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55nTwg5NIPM&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-1357474928195943043?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/1357474928195943043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=1357474928195943043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/1357474928195943043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/1357474928195943043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/total-eclipse-of-heart-bonnie-tyler.html' title='Total eclipse of the heart, Bonnie Tyler'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFU1VIDoPKI/AAAAAAAAALw/Uhl-9WY9WcQ/s72-c/Bonnie%2BTyler%2B-%2BFaster%2Bthan%2Bthe%2Bspeed%2Bof%2Bnight%2B-%2B1983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-8822270506142104675</id><published>2008-06-13T12:45:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:34:03.241+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansas'/><title type='text'>Dust in the wind, Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFMAoRMVErI/AAAAAAAAALg/C2v5IFu-te4/s1600-h/kansas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211509885607678642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFMAoRMVErI/AAAAAAAAALg/C2v5IFu-te4/s320/kansas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como formación, Kansas nació allá por 1970, y sus fundadores, -el bajista Dave Hope, el batería Phil Ehart y el guitarrista Kerry Livgren- al proceder de la ciudad de Topeka, decidieron adoptar como nombre el de su Estado de origen. Al parecer, por aquella época estaba de moda tomar este tipo de nombres, no hay más que ver otros como los anteriormente citados Boston o el grupo Chicago (próximamente aparecerán por aquí).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este grupo se centró en el llamado rock &lt;em&gt;progresivo&lt;/em&gt;, muy característico de mediados de los años 70, y resaltando por ser un subgénero que iba pasando de una sonoridad más tìpica, más bucólica -acústico, folk- a otra más eléctrica y acelerada, influenciada por el jazz y el blues. Otra característica es la mezcla de instrumentos clásicos de cuerda con música electrónica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFMCgmp08TI/AAAAAAAAALo/bXy7KopW9a0/s1600-h/kansas-dust-in-the-wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211511952952848690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFMCgmp08TI/AAAAAAAAALo/bXy7KopW9a0/s320/kansas-dust-in-the-wind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dust in the wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; es su tema más emblemático, y fue publicado en 1977, dentro de un álbum titulado &lt;em&gt;Point of know return&lt;/em&gt;. Seguramente sea de las canciones míticas más versionadas de la historia y ha sido usada para diversas campañas publicitarias, de ahí que nos suene más familiar.&lt;br /&gt;No he podido poner el videoclip original porque no lo permiten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCSPYm7DVZo&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCSPYm7DVZo&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moments gone&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea&lt;br /&gt;All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Now] Dont hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;It slips away, and all your money wont another minute buy.&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y como curiosidad, os dejo tres versiones más: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara Brightman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBr_HIhtaN0&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBr_HIhtaN0&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scorpions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ww6ctlP-Xvw&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ww6ctlP-Xvw&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;strong&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIPrXWhV3Gc&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIPrXWhV3Gc&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-8822270506142104675?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8822270506142104675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=8822270506142104675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/8822270506142104675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/8822270506142104675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/dust-in-wind-kansas.html' title='Dust in the wind, Kansas'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SFMAoRMVErI/AAAAAAAAALg/C2v5IFu-te4/s72-c/kansas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-8251496718933981995</id><published>2008-06-10T13:21:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:07:44.740+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>More than a feeling, Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SE6ME3OTeAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mLXTYP2LNpI/s1600-h/boston.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210255834085554178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SE6ME3OTeAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mLXTYP2LNpI/s320/boston.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boston &lt;/strong&gt;es uno de los grupos más representativos de la década de los 80, pese a su nacimiento en el año 69. Tuvieron un comienzo un tanto lento, y en los primeros años tan sólo grabaron maquetas. Fue en el año 1976 cuando consiguieron lanzar su primer álbum, con título homónimo, "Boston" y donde se recoge una de las canciones que más me apasionan: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"More than a feeling"&lt;/span&gt;. Precisamente la música es eso, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;más que un sentimiento&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su discografía es escasa -tan sólo 5 álbumes, más un "Greatest Hits" que apareció en 1997-, debido a problemas con su primera discográfica, y a las idas y venidas de los componentes del grupo; pero, como decía anteriormente, su rock sinfónico es de los más representativos del sónido 80´s, con éxitos como "&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Don´t look back&lt;/strong&gt;" o "&lt;strong&gt;Walk on&lt;/strong&gt;". De hecho, dos de los tres primeros álbumes consiguieron ser disco de platino. Esto se debe en gran parte al buen hacer de&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Tom Scholz" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Scholz"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Scholz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;-guitarrista y principal compositor del grupo-, así como a la acertada voz de &lt;a title="Brad Delp" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brad_Delp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brad Delp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, ya desaparecida -se suicidó en marzo de 2007-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dejo con estos norteamericanos y su gran éxito, toda una leyenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZUcVFPrml0&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZUcVFPrml0&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I looked out this morning and the sun was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Turned on some music to start my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I lost myself in a familiar song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I closed my eyes and I slipped away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's more than a feeling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when I hear that old song they used toplay (more than a feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'till I see Marianne walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I see my Marianne walkin' away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So many people have come and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Their faces fade as the years go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yet I still recall as I wander on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as clear as the sun in the summer sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's more than a feeling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when I hear that old song they used toplay (more than a feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'till I see Marianne walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I see my Marianne walkin' away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I'm tired and thinking cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hide in my music, forget the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and dream of a girl I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I closed my eyes and she slipped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She slipped away. She slipped away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's more than a feeling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when I hear that old song they used toplay (more than a feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'till I see Marianne walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I see my Marianne walkin' away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-8251496718933981995?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8251496718933981995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=8251496718933981995&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/8251496718933981995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/8251496718933981995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-than-feeling-boston.html' title='More than a feeling, Boston'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SE6ME3OTeAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mLXTYP2LNpI/s72-c/boston.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716289263853784543.post-8442741574653127983</id><published>2008-06-09T18:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:07:53.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Puesta en marcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoy inauguro este rincón para dar cabida a una de mis grandes pasiones: la música. Creo que mi jardín se le quedaba pequeño y merecía un espacio propio, un pequeño refugio a llenar por grandes canciones que cayeron en el olvido, y otras igual de grandes que apenas si fueron -o son- conocidas. También supondrá una manera de continuar con este empeño de sacar a flote grandes maravillas que ya puse en marcha hace varios años en mi espacio del msn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde la humildad de mi gusto y conocimiento musical, espero que os guste este nuevo espacio y que me ayudéis a darle vida con vuestros comentarios acerca de las canciones, anécdotas que os ocurrieron con ellas o lo que se os ocurra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un abrazo a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tod@s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tod@s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Sed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bienvenid@s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bienvenid@s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a esta gramola que funciona sin monedas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716289263853784543-8442741574653127983?l=lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/feeds/8442741574653127983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2716289263853784543&amp;postID=8442741574653127983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/8442741574653127983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716289263853784543/posts/default/8442741574653127983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagramolaceleste.blogspot.com/2008/06/puesta-en-marcha.html' title='Puesta en marcha'/><author><name>lunazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01614054331445729577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gfrMRKzcBrA/SK2Odou6GVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1gQsk5w0kKQ/S220/zapatos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
