I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping 

While my guitar gently weeps 

I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping 

Still my guitar gently weeps 

I don't know why nobody told you 

how to unfold you love 

I don't know how someone controlled you 

they bought and sold you 

I look at the world and I notice it's turning 

While my guitar gently weeps 

With every mistake we must surely be learning 

Still my guitar gently weeps 

I don't know how you were diverted 

you were perverted too 

I don't know how you were inverted 

no one alerted you 

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping 

While my guitar gently weeps 

I look at you all 

Still my guitar gently weeps 

Oh, oh, oh 

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 

oh oh, oh oh, oh oh 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah 

yeah yeah yeah yeah

· While my guitar gently weeps · George Harrison

2046 dos.

Chow Mo Wan: Love is all a matter of timing. 

Chow Mo Wan: It's no good meeting the right person too soon or too late. 

2046, Wong Kar Wai

2046 uno.

Tak: "I once fell in love with someone. After a while she was gone. I couldn't stop wondering if she loved me or not. I went to 2046 hoping to find her there. But I never found her. "

2046, Wong Kar Wai.

where is your love

Where is my love

Where is my love

Horses galloping

Bring him to me

Where is my love

Where is my love

Horses running free

Carrying you and me

Where is my love

Where is my love

Safe and warm

So close to me

In my arms

Finally

There is my love

There is my love

Horses galloping

Bringing him to me

Where is my love

Where is your love

· Where is my love · Cat Power

I was a crying

Crying, waiting, hoping

That you'll come back to the one you love

Think about it all the time

I was a crying

And I was a waiting

And I stopped hoping

That you'll come back to me

And if you don't come back

We will be a crying

We'll be a waiting

And maybe we'll all stop hoping

That you'll come back

To the one you love

Then you will be a crying

You'll be a waiting

And maybe you'll stop hoping

That we come back to the

No more crying

No more waiting

No more hoping

That you come back to me

· Crying, waiting, hoping · Cat Power

I don't like it when you walk away

Listen Morcheeba · Can't stand it

I never thought this would happen

That you would let me down

Taking all this for granted

I wanna shout aloud

Don't let it go

I want you to know

I can't stand it when you look that way

I don't like it when you walk away

I can't stand it how we look to say you belong to me

We're running round in circles

You're gonna lose it all

What we had was so good

You must think I'm a fool

Dont let it go

I want you to know

How can I take anymore?

I can't stand it when you look that way

I don't like it when you walk away

I can't stand it how we look to say you belong to me

If I knew then what I know now

You know that I would be around

How can I take anymore?

I can't stand it when you look that way

I don't like it when you walk away

I can't stand it how we look to say you belong to me

I can't stand it when you look that way

I don't like it when you walk away

I can't stand it how we look to say you belong to me

Mi corazón está con la gente de la franja de Gaza

Por cada muro un lamento

en Jerusalén la dorada

y mil vidas malgastadas

por cada mandamiento.

Yo soy polvo de tu viento

y aunque sangro de tu herida,

y cada piedra querida

guarda mi amor más profundo,

no hay una piedra en el mundo

que valga lo que una vida.

estribillo:

Yo soy un moro judío

que vive con los cristianos,

no sé que Dios es el mío

ni cuales son mis hermanos.

No hay muerto que no me duela,

no hay un bando ganador,

no hay nada más que dolor

y otra vida que se vuela.

La guerra es muy mala escuela

no importa el disfraz que viste,

perdonen que no me aliste

bajo ninguna bandera,

vale más cualquier quimera

que un trozo de tela triste.

estribilllo…

Y a nadie le dí permiso

para matar en mi nombre,

un hombre no es más que un hombre

y si hay Dios, así lo quiso.

El mismo suelo que piso 

seguirá, yo me habré ido; 

rumbo también del olvido 

no hay doctrina que no vaya, 

y no hay pueblo que no se haya

creído el pueblo elegido.

estribillo...

· Milonga del moro judío · Jorge Drexler