Friday, July 31, 2015

Adele / Skyfall


Skyfall
by Adele

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten
Feel the Earth move and then
Hear my heart burst again
For this is the end
I've drowned and dreamt this moment
So overdue, I owe them
Swept away, I'm stolen

Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
And face it all
Together
Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
And face it all together
At skyfall
At skyfall

Skyfall is where we start
A thousand miles and poles apart
Where worlds collide and days are dark
You may have my number
You can take my name
But you'll never have my heart

Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
And face it all
Together
Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
And face it all together
At skyfall

At skyfall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
At skyfall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall

Where you go, I go
What you see, I see
I know I'd never be me
Without the security
Of your loving arms
Keeping me from harm
Put your hand in my hand
And we'll stand

Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
And face it all
Together

Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
And face it all
Together
At skyfall

Let the sky fall
We will stand tall
At skyfall






Thursday, July 30, 2015

Adele / Someone Like You



Someone Like You
By Adele and Dan Wilson

I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now
I heard that your dreams came true
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it

I had hoped you'd see my face
And that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said:
"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah

You'd know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised in a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight
I had hoped you'd see my face
And that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said:
"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made
Who would have known how bitter-sweet
This would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said:
"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said:
"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah








Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Jacques Prévert / The Florist´s Shop


A man with flowers
By María Laura Parada
The Florist’s Shop
By Jacques Prévert




A man enters a florist’s shop
and chooses some flowers
the florist wraps the flowers
the man puts his hand in his pocket
to look for some money
money to pay for the flowers
but at the same time he puts
suddenly
his hand on his heart
and he falls

At the same time that he falls
the money rolls to the ground
and then the flowers fall
at the same time as the man
at the same time as the money
and the florist stands still
with the money that is rolling
with the flowers that are spoiling
with the man that is dying
obviously everything here is very sad
and she must do something
the florist
but she doesn’t know what path to take
she doesn’t know
where to begin

There are so many things to do
with this man that is dying
these flowers that are spoiling
and this money
this money that is rolling
that just won’t stop rolling.



Monday, July 13, 2015

Jacques Prévert / Immense and Red


Immense and Red
By Jacques Prévert



Immense and red
Above the Grand Palais
The winter sun appears
And disappears
Like it my heart will disappear
And all my blood will go
Go look for you
My love
My beauty
And find you
There where you are




Friday, July 10, 2015

Jacques Prévert / First Day


First Day
by Jacques Prévert




White sheets in a closet
Red sheets on a bed
A child in its mother
The mother in agony
The father in the hallway
The hallway in the house
The house in the town
The town in the night
Death in a cry
And the child in life




Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Jacques Prévert / For You My Love

Florecita quiteña
Quito, 2011
Photo by Triunfo Arciniegas

For You My Love

by Jacques Prévert

Jacques Prévert / Pour toi mon amour (Rimbaud)
Jacques Prévert / Para ti mi amor (De otros mundos)

I went to the market, where they sell birds
and I bought some birds
for you
my love
I went to the market, where they sell flowers
and I bought some flowers
for you
my love
I went to the market, where they sell chains
and I bought some chains
heavy chains
for you
my love
And then I went to the slave market
and I looked for you
but I did not find you there 
my love



Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Jacques Prévert / Our Father

Jacques Prévert

Our Father

by Jacques Prévert




Our Father who are in heaven
Stay there
And we will stay on the Earth
That is sometimes so pretty
With its mysteries of New York
And then its mysteries of Paris
Which rival those of the Trinity
With its little Canal de l’Ouroq
Its Great Wall of China
Its River of Morlaix
Its Bêtises de Cambrai
With its Pacific Ocean
And its two pools at the Tuilleries
With its good children and its bad apples
With all the wonders of the world
That are there
Simply on the Earth
Offered to everyone
Scattered
Wondering at themselves at how they could be so wonderful
And who dare to show it
Like a beautiful naked girl who dares to show it
With the horrible misfortunes of the world
That are legion
With their legionnaires
With their torturers
With the masters of the world
The masters with their praetors their traitors their raiders
With the seasons
With the years
With the pretty girls and the old codgers
With the straw of misery rotting in the steel of cannons.





Monday, July 6, 2015

Denise Levertov / The Third Dimesion

Illustration by Fernando Vicente

The Third Dimesion
by Denise Levertov
BIOGRAPHY

Who’d believe me if I said, ‘They took and

split me open from
scalp to crotch, and

still I’m alive, and
walk around pleased with

the sun and all
the world’s bounty.’ Honesty

isn’t so simple:
a simple honesty is

nothing but a lie.
Don’t the trees

hide the wind between
their leaves and

speak in whispers?
The third dimension

hides itself.
If the roadmen

crack stones, the
stones are stones:

but love
cracked me open

and I’m
alive to

tell the tale — but not
honestly:

the words
change it. Let it be —

here in the sweet sun
— a fiction, while I

breathe and
change pace.





Thursday, July 2, 2015

Denise Levertov / Listening to Distant Guns


Listening to Distant Guns
by Denise Levertov

The roses tremble; oh the sunflower's eye Is opened wide in sad expectancy. Westward and back the circling swallows fly, The rooks' battalions dwindle near the hill. That low pulsation in the east is war: No bell now breaks the evening's silent dream. The bloodless clarity of the evening's sky Betrays no whisper of the battle-scream. 1940
Early Poems