She
miércoles, enero 11, 2006
No existe nadie que explique mejor el amor que Charles Aznavour.She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred tearful things
Within the measure of the day.
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside a shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that can and hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and where for I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, She... She.
Etiquetas: Canciones/Música
posted by Nacho @ 12:10 p.m.,
5 Comments:
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At 9:55 p.m.,
Jessica Sosa Echagaray said...
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que bonito....
sisisisiisisisi -
At 10:17 a.m.,
Negra said...
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Nice!
Hola Nacho. -
At 12:50 p.m.,
Alx San said...
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Creo que no concuerdo con ud mi querido Dr. y estoy seguro que Sabines y José Alfredo me hacen segunda...
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At 2:11 p.m.,
Nacho said...
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Lon invito Dr. a conocer la música de C. Aznavour. y la Poesía de Rubén Bonifáz Nuño.
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At 4:28 p.m.,
said...
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Coincido ni el amor ,ni la nostalgia ni el dolor.QUIEN ....
sólo él.
