Del frío usted al tú cordial
pasó a tratarme,distraída,
y un dulce sueño de ideal
en mi alma amante hoy anida.
pasó a tratarme,distraída,
y un dulce sueño de ideal
en mi alma amante hoy anida.
Frente a ella, lleno de estupor,
la miro, y tal es mi quebranto,
que digo: “¡Usted es un encanto!”,
mas pienso: “¡Tú eres mi amor!
Ésta la tenía guardada desde mi última entrada. Apareció mientras buscaba la referencia de Atalanta sobre su autor en el post anterior, y me enamoró por su dulzura.
La acompaño con una canción de Villagers que, ahora mismo, podría definirla como mi canción preferida. Es escucharla y pasarme el día silbando la melodía o cantando lo que se me ha ido quedando de lo que pillo. Para no seguir tirando de mi cutre-spanglish mientras canto, voy a añadir la letra, a ver si se me queda algo más y corrijo lo que me he ido inventando de dos semanas para acá.
Los exámenes fueron bien, comienza la cuenta atrás: me quedan tres asignaturas y una memoria de prácticas para ser educadora social.
Amigos... ¡esto va viento en popa!
Lo dicho, os dejo con Villagers y la canción que me aporta tan buen rollo. Espero poder estar más cerca de vosotros durante este cuatrimestre, aunque no prometo nada por el momento. ¡Besicos mil!
Do what you did yesterday, go on repeating
'cos my heart's only on fire when you are the teacher
You take the torch and I, follow the leader
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
You told me your past was taken by thieves
Since then you've been running in search of reliefs
You don't know when it's coming, I don't know either
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
The angels are singing, words written for you
Trumpets are telling of your beauty and truth
But you've been working it out for yourself like some over-achiever
So just be my master and I'll be your fever
But you knew this is all I need, no more or no less
Your highness I bow to thee and to thee this I confess
I was lost in a forest but now I'm a believer
So you'd be my master and I'll be your fever
So do what you did yesterday go on repeating
'cos my heart's only on fire when you are the teacher
You take the torch and I, follow the leader
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
'cos my heart's only on fire when you are the teacher
You take the torch and I, follow the leader
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
You told me your past was taken by thieves
Since then you've been running in search of reliefs
You don't know when it's coming, I don't know either
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
The angels are singing, words written for you
Trumpets are telling of your beauty and truth
But you've been working it out for yourself like some over-achiever
So just be my master and I'll be your fever
But you knew this is all I need, no more or no less
Your highness I bow to thee and to thee this I confess
I was lost in a forest but now I'm a believer
So you'd be my master and I'll be your fever
So do what you did yesterday go on repeating
'cos my heart's only on fire when you are the teacher
You take the torch and I, follow the leader
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
You'd be my master and I'll be your fever
Algo así me pasó a mí contigo :). Ese barco sí que es tu barco. La canción es un melocotonazo -como decía El Fary-. El disco es muy bonito aunque en otra onda más lenta. Besines.
ResponderEliminarQue bonito... esa chispa...jejejeje
ResponderEliminarEnhorabuena por le éxito en los estudios, trabajar va teniendo sus frutos, Alicia.
Bienhallada!!!
Besos
Santi
Sí, Abel, pero yo no andaba distraída (aunque para ti lo pareciese...). ;)
ResponderEliminarGracias, Crusti! Sí es precioso, sí...